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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1347 | 2014-02-23 13:07:20 | 56.10 | 96% |
1213 | 2014-02-15 17:50:25 | 54.96 | 97% |