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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1164 | 2009-05-11 10:04:58 | 64.30 | |
1074 | 2009-01-05 09:18:04 | 59.61 |