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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1306 | 2015-02-13 23:19:01 | 58.85 | 93% |
579 | 2015-01-03 16:51:20 | 64.88 | 95% |