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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5530 | 2016-11-16 23:00:44 | 95.97 | 99% |
| 4588 | 2016-01-07 21:54:51 | 96.39 | 99% |
| 4164 | 2015-10-22 20:33:58 | 87.70 | 96% |
| 3771 | 2015-09-28 20:44:31 | 92.52 | 98% |
| 2853 | 2015-05-11 16:47:53 | 92.79 | 94% |
| 1075 | 2015-03-19 19:44:15 | 86.82 | 98% |
| 781 | 2015-03-03 03:25:07 | 73.22 | 93% |
| 585 | 2015-02-25 05:26:00 | 85.14 | 96% |
| 559 | 2015-02-18 14:31:07 | 91.86 | 97% |
| 115 | 2015-01-13 16:26:38 | 87.86 | 99% |