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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360 | 2013-01-30 10:57:51 | 56.89 | 89% |
300 | 2013-01-28 09:06:38 | 60.69 | 91% |