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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7884 | 2011-12-09 07:30:30 | 67.60 | 92% |
7589 | 2011-12-04 10:59:49 | 73.45 | 94% |
6795 | 2011-11-19 00:19:16 | 64.04 | 91% |
6322 | 2011-11-14 11:09:29 | 72.38 | 94% |
6127 | 2011-11-13 02:16:46 | 74.10 | 96% |
6089 | 2011-11-13 01:25:02 | 67.31 | 91% |
6017 | 2011-11-12 06:09:49 | 67.97 | 92% |
5456 | 2011-11-01 18:43:54 | 63.14 | 87% |
5438 | 2011-11-01 18:11:42 | 62.44 | 88% |
4166 | 2011-10-10 01:56:17 | 60.23 | 84% |
2831 | 2011-09-29 06:31:20 | 71.70 | 93% |
2486 | 2011-09-10 21:08:44 | 73.24 | 93% |
2039 | 2011-09-02 20:47:22 | 71.89 | 91% |
1361 | 2011-08-27 08:15:43 | 74.14 | 97% |
1338 | 2011-08-27 07:46:01 | 61.42 | 90% |
861 | 2011-08-23 02:09:56 | 63.16 | 87% |
324 | 2011-08-19 12:59:53 | 64.10 | 90% |
14 | 2011-08-15 15:41:15 | 64.28 | 88% |