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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682 | 2013-04-05 13:06:13 | 64.84 | 97% |
347 | 2011-09-24 04:53:18 | 62.14 | 94% |