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 |
---|---|---|---|
4639 | 2010-11-10 13:18:49 | 89.69 | |
4635 | 2010-11-10 12:58:38 | 86.99 | |
4476 | 2010-11-01 12:33:09 | 81.16 | |
4361 | 2010-10-13 13:23:21 | 83.26 | |
4036 | 2010-09-22 16:13:23 | 44.75 | |
3907 | 2010-09-18 12:07:40 | 55.28 | |
3889 | 2010-09-16 14:39:17 | 82.45 | |
2793 | 2010-05-24 22:57:37 | 76.70 | |
2760 | 2010-05-23 22:30:55 | 72.34 | |
2577 | 2010-04-25 20:40:56 | 75.42 | |
2439 | 2010-03-28 19:41:07 | 67.94 | |
2264 | 2010-02-10 21:06:13 | 67.51 | |
2072 | 2010-02-04 19:54:38 | 64.28 | |
1831 | 2010-01-23 20:29:59 | 77.17 | |
871 | 2009-12-17 06:56:11 | 70.63 | |
810 | 2009-12-12 23:12:05 | 75.16 | |
726 | 2009-12-11 00:15:10 | 67.61 | |
460 | 2009-11-07 19:09:41 | 69.91 | |
304 | 2009-11-03 22:50:52 | 59.24 |