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 |
---|---|---|---|
2570 | 2013-01-08 23:17:51 | 69.53 | 93% |
2395 | 2012-04-03 22:37:31 | 77.79 | 96% |
1062 | 2010-04-26 20:55:41 | 70.61 | |
632 | 2009-11-23 22:21:29 | 67.29 | |
576 | 2009-11-12 21:45:36 | 61.44 | |
305 | 2009-09-21 22:31:13 | 54.62 |