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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778 | 2009-01-17 23:28:34 | 127.93 | |
94 | 2009-01-04 23:03:14 | 123.90 |