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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5863 | 2018-03-14 06:45:16 | 34.09 | 96% |
| 4379 | 2015-05-07 04:30:46 | 75.59 | 93% |
| 4042 | 2015-03-10 19:38:01 | 79.35 | 99% |
| 3868 | 2015-03-08 10:07:38 | 74.58 | 93% |
| 2510 | 2014-11-11 08:42:30 | 65.95 | 94% |
| 2235 | 2014-10-29 07:45:41 | 65.27 | 94% |
| 1752 | 2014-10-11 14:28:27 | 56.47 | 89% |
| 343 | 2014-09-04 12:24:20 | 50.38 | 91% |