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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1094 | 2011-09-16 10:38:35 | 56.56 | 94% |
383 | 2011-06-09 23:33:30 | 50.82 | 94% |