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 |
---|---|---|---|
2528 | 2009-06-30 08:40:59 | 90.23 | |
2501 | 2009-06-29 07:44:49 | 89.63 | |
2348 | 2009-06-23 11:56:04 | 87.67 | |
2182 | 2009-06-15 07:49:08 | 95.87 | |
2152 | 2009-06-12 07:05:05 | 78.20 | |
2124 | 2009-06-10 14:49:22 | 96.53 | |
2007 | 2009-06-03 10:39:35 | 89.96 | |
1973 | 2009-06-01 15:54:24 | 96.58 | |
1895 | 2009-04-24 14:47:40 | 87.82 | |
1847 | 2009-04-20 16:30:00 | 87.88 | |
1643 | 2009-03-25 18:44:14 | 90.58 | |
1618 | 2009-03-23 17:15:20 | 96.21 | |
815 | 2009-02-04 16:58:50 | 82.44 | |
626 | 2009-01-14 20:16:24 | 73.29 |