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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1390 | 2013-05-23 03:48:12 | 83.83 | 96% |
697 | 2011-07-22 11:11:40 | 71.62 | 94% |