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 |
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5826 | 2016-10-18 17:51:54 | 111.82 | 99% |
5234 | 2016-09-28 20:40:47 | 101.73 | 97% |
5186 | 2016-09-26 01:42:54 | 90.21 | 93% |
5075 | 2016-09-23 22:02:41 | 110.67 | 99% |
4958 | 2016-09-21 15:42:33 | 103.86 | 98% |
4032 | 2016-09-07 23:20:47 | 108.20 | 100% |
2559 | 2016-05-04 02:16:21 | 87.98 | 96% |
2101 | 2016-04-29 23:24:07 | 97.87 | 97% |
1996 | 2016-04-29 20:07:35 | 90.77 | 96% |
1591 | 2016-04-22 22:18:09 | 92.07 | 96% |
1534 | 2016-04-22 18:56:04 | 103.72 | 99% |
1273 | 2016-04-22 00:20:05 | 93.89 | 99% |
1018 | 2016-04-17 23:52:55 | 87.32 | 94% |
1016 | 2016-04-17 23:49:15 | 93.74 | 99% |
888 | 2016-04-15 23:07:03 | 89.73 | 95% |
713 | 2016-04-15 00:46:17 | 88.77 | 96% |
428 | 2016-04-08 18:33:40 | 86.38 | 98% |
41 | 2014-02-17 05:59:27 | 82.65 | 97% |
23 | 2014-02-17 03:46:32 | 78.01 | 97% |