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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344 | 2014-10-26 13:46:25 | 61.09 | 96% |
201 | 2014-09-21 04:10:09 | 60.24 | 92% |