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 |
---|---|---|---|
1011 | 2011-05-06 19:26:08 | 85.33 | 97% |
985 | 2011-05-06 15:42:58 | 79.64 | 93% |
761 | 2011-05-02 20:00:39 | 93.14 | |
704 | 2011-04-28 21:21:49 | 79.43 | |
513 | 2011-04-25 19:42:09 | 85.26 | |
502 | 2011-04-25 19:24:53 | 84.32 |