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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1006 | 2012-06-16 18:11:34 | 64.76 | 97% |
884 | 2009-01-09 16:08:01 | 65.46 |