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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341 | 2013-09-18 02:36:02 | 112.29 | 95% |
324 | 2013-09-16 00:57:48 | 100.30 | 92% |