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 |
---|---|---|---|
4323 | 2012-04-11 09:17:53 | 95.58 | 95% |
4166 | 2012-02-10 12:52:48 | 90.97 | 93% |
3836 | 2011-10-30 11:14:41 | 92.07 | 94% |
3429 | 2011-03-29 18:05:53 | 91.18 | |
3330 | 2010-12-14 14:14:53 | 85.46 | |
3287 | 2010-10-29 07:23:17 | 92.52 | |
2773 | 2010-08-17 12:23:34 | 78.85 | |
2306 | 2010-06-27 18:57:16 | 74.46 | |
2150 | 2010-06-07 08:41:00 | 83.04 | |
1743 | 2010-04-21 10:56:25 | 82.54 | |
1734 | 2010-04-20 17:23:25 | 78.36 | |
1520 | 2010-04-06 19:35:35 | 71.29 | |
1386 | 2010-03-27 12:11:09 | 74.08 | |
929 | 2010-03-03 19:13:29 | 66.18 | |
873 | 2010-03-01 15:21:04 | 73.51 | |
832 | 2010-02-27 05:06:31 | 64.34 | |
113 | 2010-01-23 18:20:05 | 69.45 | |
18 | 2010-01-20 05:25:22 | 61.05 |