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 |
---|---|---|---|
938 | 2014-07-14 05:49:51 | 101.45 | 97% |
853 | 2014-02-22 00:38:38 | 102.38 | 97% |
272 | 2013-05-17 06:01:46 | 78.01 | 93% |
17 | 2013-04-06 08:06:19 | 78.24 | 92% |