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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2677 | 2015-03-06 20:51:20 | 96.71 | 94% |
| 2308 | 2015-02-21 00:02:29 | 113.87 | 100% |
| 1934 | 2015-01-25 10:16:46 | 110.16 | 98% |
| 1713 | 2014-12-30 06:31:14 | 105.33 | 98% |
| 1213 | 2014-11-05 14:49:38 | 106.84 | 98% |
| 618 | 2014-10-21 01:59:22 | 91.09 | 95% |
| 611 | 2014-10-21 01:43:22 | 100.88 | 96% |
| 320 | 2014-09-26 23:36:31 | 93.46 | 94% |