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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4795 | 2016-09-19 09:23:27 | 100.99 | 92% |
| 4305 | 2015-11-28 04:09:54 | 109.00 | 94% |
| 4081 | 2015-11-10 18:16:08 | 106.33 | 91% |
| 4060 | 2015-11-04 17:08:31 | 132.55 | 100% |
| 2976 | 2015-06-21 21:13:31 | 119.09 | 95% |
| 2557 | 2015-05-17 16:15:39 | 100.47 | 89% |
| 1134 | 2015-02-01 03:28:45 | 132.87 | 97% |
| 984 | 2014-10-10 21:36:38 | 129.08 | 99% |
| 576 | 2014-08-20 01:51:40 | 128.96 | 99% |
| 546 | 2014-08-16 22:37:07 | 118.61 | 98% |
| 391 | 2012-10-06 23:46:14 | 108.71 | 92% |
| 113 | 2012-06-06 17:05:29 | 115.70 | 93% |