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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785 | 2010-10-12 21:23:18 | 65.30 | |
644 | 2010-09-16 22:02:45 | 65.24 |