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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640 | 2010-04-02 10:17:42 | 61.64 | |
466 | 2010-02-05 14:43:32 | 60.82 |