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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1215 | 2015-05-11 15:48:28 | 80.43 | 94% |
| 1189 | 2015-05-09 13:03:16 | 86.29 | 95% |
| 1153 | 2015-05-06 17:34:20 | 83.76 | 96% |
| 850 | 2015-04-14 14:33:17 | 74.29 | 93% |
| 657 | 2015-03-25 17:33:39 | 68.10 | 91% |
| 588 | 2015-03-23 19:44:28 | 64.38 | 89% |
| 152 | 2014-10-27 20:51:00 | 51.99 | 91% |
| 126 | 2014-10-23 16:19:36 | 51.29 | 89% |