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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1848 | 2016-04-17 11:45:20 | 96.97 | 96% |
| 1805 | 2016-04-17 05:43:16 | 85.03 | 92% |
| 1710 | 2016-04-16 05:21:22 | 88.19 | 94% |
| 1435 | 2016-04-03 03:52:45 | 85.12 | 95% |
| 1086 | 2014-12-14 19:25:41 | 89.98 | 93% |
| 966 | 2014-12-10 15:55:50 | 93.84 | 96% |
| 772 | 2014-11-28 16:08:10 | 85.55 | 92% |
| 460 | 2014-11-21 11:31:39 | 98.48 | 97% |
| 399 | 2014-11-20 12:36:30 | 91.62 | 93% |
| 112 | 2014-11-14 11:36:20 | 87.09 | 94% |