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 |
---|---|---|---|
1058 | 2011-08-23 00:29:10 | 91.30 | 91% |
417 | 2011-08-09 21:49:51 | 75.82 | 91% |
264 | 2011-08-08 18:10:55 | 86.20 | 92% |
258 | 2011-08-08 18:01:54 | 90.80 | 97% |