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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 850 | 2015-09-17 01:44:48 | 50.09 | 87% |
| 830 | 2015-08-15 04:27:52 | 77.28 | 96% |
| 658 | 2015-04-12 14:06:03 | 63.65 | 87% |
| 649 | 2015-04-11 16:52:09 | 66.92 | 91% |
| 564 | 2015-03-25 03:06:47 | 64.82 | 92% |
| 282 | 2015-02-05 00:29:45 | 67.53 | 96% |
| 270 | 2015-02-03 01:34:34 | 55.53 | 86% |
| 216 | 2015-01-28 02:28:59 | 63.71 | 91% |
| 205 | 2015-01-25 20:18:05 | 72.38 | 96% |