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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164 | 2013-09-06 11:13:17 | 87.46 | 91% |
125 | 2013-09-03 08:50:37 | 81.60 | 95% |