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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4952 | 2016-08-16 13:37:22 | 70.71 | 94% |
| 4712 | 2016-01-06 13:12:07 | 74.76 | 96% |
| 4601 | 2015-12-19 14:05:09 | 73.85 | 96% |
| 4394 | 2015-12-04 14:02:22 | 73.54 | 94% |
| 4136 | 2015-11-12 13:27:29 | 75.54 | 95% |
| 3602 | 2015-09-22 06:41:28 | 68.38 | 96% |
| 2880 | 2015-08-10 13:56:33 | 63.06 | 94% |
| 2284 | 2015-07-13 08:48:19 | 60.08 | 92% |
| 1364 | 2015-06-08 13:15:57 | 54.08 | 93% |
| 481 | 2015-05-02 12:40:26 | 42.91 | 93% |