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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80 | 2012-10-28 22:28:56 | 99.48 | 97% |
59 | 2012-10-25 22:24:36 | 78.11 | 92% |