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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927 | 2009-03-02 11:17:57 | 60.10 | |
920 | 2009-03-01 11:06:51 | 59.15 | |
877 | 2009-01-25 15:27:55 | 47.24 |