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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691 | 2010-01-02 10:40:48 | 55.81 | |
403 | 2009-12-21 09:20:40 | 58.21 | |
305 | 2009-12-18 09:14:54 | 54.48 |