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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1534 | 2011-04-08 21:21:58 | 90.37 | |
1454 | 2011-04-02 20:52:10 | 83.92 | |
816 | 2011-02-15 16:12:16 | 88.37 |