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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1096 | 2010-10-12 21:57:08 | 63.45 | |
513 | 2010-10-03 13:32:37 | 51.83 |