Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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960 | 2011-10-30 04:03:28 | 53.33 | 91% |
475 | 2011-10-25 00:42:51 | 46.11 | 89% |