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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1814 | 2015-12-11 05:36:55 | 89.36 | 89% |
| 1681 | 2015-12-03 06:46:03 | 87.97 | 94% |
| 1619 | 2015-11-29 15:00:54 | 92.61 | 91% |
| 1461 | 2015-11-19 19:54:37 | 84.95 | 91% |
| 1452 | 2015-11-19 15:20:27 | 91.66 | 92% |
| 1451 | 2015-11-19 15:19:45 | 77.95 | 86% |
| 253 | 2014-11-14 23:44:09 | 84.16 | 94% |