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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2918 | 2015-07-21 09:09:34 | 115.87 | 97% |
| 2737 | 2015-07-10 12:33:41 | 94.26 | 94% |
| 2443 | 2015-06-26 03:05:54 | 89.43 | 94% |
| 1684 | 2015-06-02 11:37:44 | 85.77 | 93% |
| 1639 | 2015-06-02 08:00:25 | 73.19 | 89% |
| 1215 | 2015-05-29 11:38:31 | 72.59 | 88% |
| 23 | 2015-05-13 08:32:23 | 70.43 | 95% |