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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812 | 2014-05-14 17:41:26 | 130.21 | 98% |
278 | 2012-01-19 06:45:50 | 111.45 | 95% |