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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6254 | 2016-10-06 00:13:36 | 103.79 | 96% |
| 5706 | 2016-09-17 19:11:53 | 106.07 | 98% |
| 3660 | 2016-08-23 18:08:30 | 98.47 | 93% |
| 3568 | 2016-08-23 05:04:52 | 102.91 | 96% |
| 3277 | 2016-08-20 20:49:44 | 99.33 | 98% |
| 2381 | 2016-08-12 19:00:09 | 93.54 | 95% |
| 1925 | 2016-07-31 04:36:32 | 94.15 | 99% |
| 1664 | 2016-07-26 17:12:19 | 88.27 | 97% |
| 833 | 2014-08-06 21:18:31 | 90.96 | 97% |
| 653 | 2014-07-29 20:39:08 | 90.44 | 97% |
| 576 | 2014-07-27 02:50:43 | 85.36 | 95% |
| 254 | 2014-04-11 19:40:39 | 98.48 | 99% |