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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4841 | 2016-07-25 14:54:38 | 73.68 | 97% |
| 4529 | 2015-11-04 18:03:53 | 77.15 | 96% |
| 3809 | 2015-02-09 02:20:04 | 62.60 | 95% |
| 3611 | 2015-01-16 16:21:35 | 71.54 | 98% |
| 2093 | 2014-10-15 14:25:07 | 57.26 | 91% |
| 1441 | 2014-09-28 22:18:03 | 65.47 | 99% |
| 1313 | 2014-09-27 13:19:32 | 56.38 | 95% |
| 704 | 2014-09-19 03:18:55 | 49.76 | 96% |
| 570 | 2014-09-15 23:27:29 | 51.17 | 96% |
| 287 | 2014-09-12 14:28:55 | 46.53 | 93% |