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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125 | 2009-02-08 18:04:39 | 39.03 | |
89 | 2009-01-16 16:10:48 | 32.51 |