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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2553 | 2016-10-06 22:09:52 | 64.19 | 92% |
| 2425 | 2016-06-23 06:44:03 | 76.69 | 95% |
| 2162 | 2016-06-04 11:01:42 | 70.77 | 92% |
| 1487 | 2016-05-12 13:29:05 | 67.37 | 90% |
| 927 | 2016-05-02 09:41:04 | 65.98 | 91% |
| 401 | 2016-04-12 11:57:36 | 71.32 | 96% |
| 340 | 2016-04-12 07:53:05 | 65.91 | 95% |