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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141 | 2013-12-19 00:59:46 | 119.25 | 96% |
132 | 2013-12-17 23:54:05 | 99.26 | 90% |