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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2939 | 2014-11-22 16:42:40 | 99.57 | 95% |
| 1360 | 2014-04-18 08:40:46 | 97.37 | 92% |
| 1029 | 2014-02-18 10:45:56 | 97.28 | 95% |
| 774 | 2014-02-05 02:35:39 | 86.46 | 94% |
| 687 | 2014-01-31 05:33:52 | 78.28 | 89% |
| 231 | 2013-12-02 11:00:08 | 92.67 | 95% |
| 94 | 2013-11-17 10:31:19 | 93.88 | 96% |
| 91 | 2013-11-17 09:32:30 | 94.17 | 97% |
| 51 | 2013-11-10 10:59:03 | 92.89 | 97% |
| 21 | 2013-11-06 11:24:19 | 85.29 | 94% |