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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346 | 2014-11-09 17:43:40 | 89.40 | 94% |
155 | 2011-08-30 22:55:00 | 65.95 | 91% |