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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1188 | 2013-12-06 21:37:08 | 77.15 | 95% |
1112 | 2013-09-26 19:59:50 | 67.95 | 91% |