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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190 | 2011-03-19 08:49:12 | 61.35 | |
147 | 2011-03-17 04:13:33 | 74.07 | |
17 | 2011-03-11 03:59:23 | 66.94 |