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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234 | 2011-01-15 23:40:10 | 92.17 | |
196 | 2010-12-31 01:55:47 | 103.92 | |
22 | 2010-01-08 03:08:41 | 82.49 |