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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1214 | 2011-08-28 14:42:48 | 64.78 | 99% |
1089 | 2011-08-16 18:51:31 | 53.63 | 94% |