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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3285 | 2015-08-23 01:05:36 | 101.18 | 97% |
| 2539 | 2014-09-14 18:45:16 | 82.34 | 94% |
| 2238 | 2014-06-18 11:03:25 | 92.34 | 96% |
| 2026 | 2014-06-02 18:53:05 | 82.88 | 95% |
| 1729 | 2014-05-20 01:20:12 | 78.39 | 95% |
| 1545 | 2014-04-24 02:25:37 | 85.13 | 96% |
| 1357 | 2013-10-20 17:55:58 | 73.41 | 93% |