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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4595 | 2014-11-04 09:06:54 | 80.41 | 95% |
| 4203 | 2014-08-05 09:30:48 | 75.18 | 94% |
| 4057 | 2014-04-30 14:40:42 | 83.09 | 96% |
| 4043 | 2014-04-30 14:26:59 | 84.33 | 96% |
| 3767 | 2014-04-09 09:44:10 | 73.83 | 92% |
| 3606 | 2014-04-04 10:16:13 | 84.09 | 96% |
| 2748 | 2014-03-17 10:26:31 | 76.85 | 97% |
| 2100 | 2013-12-04 13:12:35 | 84.47 | 98% |
| 2048 | 2013-12-04 09:47:13 | 73.32 | 92% |
| 1438 | 2013-11-20 10:44:33 | 65.29 | 94% |
| 744 | 2013-09-12 10:55:57 | 64.77 | 91% |
| 705 | 2013-08-18 07:00:42 | 60.34 | 90% |