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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154 | 2011-07-15 17:09:37 | 118.37 | 97% |
134 | 2011-07-14 23:13:16 | 124.59 | 100% |