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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3944 | 2014-05-15 09:37:15 | 95.62 | 95% |
| 3719 | 2014-04-16 16:26:18 | 91.69 | 95% |
| 3704 | 2014-04-16 10:38:35 | 90.16 | 94% |
| 3161 | 2014-02-20 12:24:45 | 105.99 | 99% |
| 2416 | 2013-11-14 01:21:27 | 95.04 | 96% |
| 2114 | 2013-10-31 07:46:02 | 87.35 | 98% |
| 2035 | 2013-10-30 07:13:38 | 82.15 | 93% |
| 739 | 2013-09-20 07:01:47 | 90.01 | 97% |