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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1743 | 2012-02-18 12:38:03 | 61.65 | 96% |
1236 | 2011-11-16 14:36:05 | 58.29 | 89% |