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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319 | 2009-01-05 06:49:27 | 66.86 | |
151 | 2009-01-01 11:42:56 | 62.00 |