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 |
---|---|---|---|
3301 | 2011-12-26 12:30:52 | 102.39 | 95% |
2742 | 2011-09-24 04:53:02 | 90.11 | 96% |
2030 | 2011-07-28 04:29:55 | 82.14 | 95% |
1665 | 2011-07-11 13:42:13 | 80.04 | 91% |
1650 | 2011-07-10 14:27:54 | 83.10 | 94% |
1510 | 2011-07-07 04:15:13 | 80.60 | 93% |
1347 | 2011-06-28 12:12:19 | 94.77 | 94% |
512 | 2011-03-31 11:45:08 | 79.91 | |
438 | 2011-03-26 14:30:31 | 78.97 |