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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3900 | 2017-06-11 06:36:11 | 94.69 | 97% |
| 3219 | 2017-05-19 11:39:25 | 100.43 | 95% |
| 2712 | 2017-04-26 13:28:53 | 82.64 | 91% |
| 1422 | 2015-10-13 17:08:01 | 73.91 | 92% |
| 1354 | 2015-10-11 08:15:22 | 70.90 | 89% |
| 1244 | 2015-09-17 06:35:38 | 70.27 | 95% |
| 328 | 2015-06-10 10:25:30 | 51.09 | 90% |
| 174 | 2015-06-08 10:05:58 | 60.91 | 92% |