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 |
---|---|---|---|
1152 | 2012-03-14 21:15:20 | 109.81 | 98% |
721 | 2011-09-16 23:25:52 | 115.69 | 99% |
626 | 2011-09-14 19:15:11 | 95.51 | 98% |
509 | 2011-09-06 19:50:40 | 105.59 | 100% |
186 | 2011-08-16 04:11:49 | 88.73 | 96% |
12 | 2011-08-11 22:01:52 | 84.01 | 99% |