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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3028 | 2017-06-09 04:20:01 | 54.12 | 96% |
| 2289 | 2016-01-25 11:36:01 | 63.41 | 95% |
| 2157 | 2016-01-21 03:07:00 | 52.91 | 91% |
| 1657 | 2015-12-30 05:32:17 | 54.99 | 92% |
| 1305 | 2015-12-17 05:54:26 | 54.29 | 96% |
| 516 | 2015-11-16 09:53:31 | 46.85 | 91% |
| 301 | 2015-09-28 10:31:44 | 52.17 | 95% |
| 290 | 2015-09-28 10:15:19 | 49.79 | 92% |