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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230 | 2015-01-18 10:38:38 | 49.00 | 92% |
174 | 2015-01-16 12:20:57 | 61.03 | 97% |