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 |
---|---|---|---|
7150 | 2013-04-09 00:11:45 | 127.08 | 97% |
7120 | 2013-04-07 23:42:16 | 90.89 | 82% |
6728 | 2013-03-14 23:10:07 | 125.57 | 97% |
5581 | 2013-02-08 00:14:07 | 129.65 | 99% |
5233 | 2013-01-19 20:31:35 | 107.59 | 96% |
5083 | 2013-01-10 00:21:34 | 115.20 | 99% |
4536 | 2012-12-30 05:29:04 | 122.45 | 100% |
3904 | 2012-12-21 19:08:37 | 104.49 | 96% |
3359 | 2012-12-16 00:56:03 | 110.28 | 99% |
3342 | 2012-12-16 00:38:20 | 94.46 | 97% |
2616 | 2012-12-07 19:51:20 | 90.26 | 100% |
2597 | 2012-12-07 01:40:00 | 103.46 | 99% |
2455 | 2012-12-04 22:44:53 | 97.31 | 99% |
1738 | 2012-11-30 17:14:38 | 91.41 | 100% |
1145 | 2012-11-25 00:32:58 | 87.63 | 96% |
1077 | 2012-11-16 16:27:35 | 73.56 | 97% |
1013 | 2012-11-14 23:04:42 | 80.29 | 100% |
928 | 2012-11-11 04:05:00 | 82.47 | 99% |