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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538 | 2014-01-19 07:24:33 | 100.93 | 88% |
478 | 2014-01-12 04:04:25 | 96.96 | 87% |
327 | 2014-01-11 04:35:34 | 91.40 | 85% |