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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3124 | 2015-02-18 13:20:45 | 78.45 | 98% |
| 2631 | 2015-01-31 06:20:24 | 75.78 | 94% |
| 2589 | 2015-01-30 15:36:07 | 73.29 | 97% |
| 2531 | 2015-01-29 13:51:33 | 80.73 | 97% |
| 1947 | 2015-01-14 03:47:54 | 72.16 | 97% |
| 1619 | 2014-12-24 02:42:51 | 67.73 | 94% |
| 1544 | 2014-12-21 14:43:12 | 65.26 | 95% |
| 1077 | 2014-12-03 09:52:58 | 70.87 | 97% |
| 765 | 2014-11-26 12:24:54 | 59.72 | 95% |
| 546 | 2014-10-27 15:44:50 | 62.86 | 100% |