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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1015 | 2013-02-21 16:40:41 | 84.82 | 97% |
457 | 2012-08-24 18:19:48 | 56.71 | 95% |
423 | 2012-08-22 04:43:46 | 51.77 | 92% |