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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6779 | 2014-09-12 05:58:19 | 61.24 | 93% |
| 6429 | 2014-09-07 03:15:44 | 63.70 | 92% |
| 5771 | 2014-08-27 13:07:17 | 70.49 | 97% |
| 5253 | 2014-08-17 10:58:52 | 74.89 | 96% |
| 5154 | 2014-08-14 15:22:28 | 63.41 | 97% |
| 4966 | 2014-08-07 15:02:56 | 73.38 | 97% |
| 4567 | 2014-07-16 20:40:20 | 72.57 | 98% |
| 3658 | 2014-07-02 04:54:30 | 68.62 | 98% |
| 3477 | 2014-06-29 01:57:12 | 68.12 | 99% |
| 3076 | 2014-06-22 03:04:27 | 62.29 | 97% |
| 2912 | 2014-06-18 02:49:19 | 61.86 | 95% |
| 1820 | 2014-05-27 16:30:15 | 58.11 | 94% |
| 1553 | 2014-05-23 09:22:22 | 67.27 | 97% |