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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1000 | 2011-03-15 14:57:08 | 94.63 | |
454 | 2011-03-03 19:34:46 | 85.18 | |
113 | 2011-02-28 15:00:47 | 90.76 | |
5 | 2011-02-25 16:28:42 | 85.06 |