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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5648 | 2015-01-28 19:29:18 | 75.45 | 95% |
| 5638 | 2015-01-28 19:09:51 | 57.49 | 91% |
| 5599 | 2015-01-23 11:42:21 | 55.90 | 90% |
| 5015 | 2014-09-27 17:01:58 | 52.02 | 87% |
| 3963 | 2014-04-23 22:16:49 | 56.58 | 95% |
| 3268 | 2014-04-08 20:39:44 | 52.50 | 92% |
| 2825 | 2014-03-29 10:59:21 | 57.45 | 92% |
| 2263 | 2014-03-20 16:52:06 | 54.28 | 93% |
| 1900 | 2014-03-13 14:35:32 | 51.21 | 92% |
| 399 | 2014-02-21 15:07:06 | 40.35 | 88% |