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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1990 | 2014-03-15 09:12:13 | 67.81 | 95% |
1321 | 2012-11-25 07:37:32 | 47.13 | 87% |