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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791 | 2014-09-11 08:20:39 | 72.17 | 93% |
433 | 2014-05-16 01:58:18 | 65.82 | 91% |