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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2056 | 2015-03-17 11:11:13 | 52.86 | 94% |
| 2050 | 2015-03-12 13:36:47 | 63.06 | 97% |
| 1936 | 2015-02-04 12:33:29 | 53.74 | 97% |
| 1819 | 2015-01-06 07:44:26 | 59.92 | 97% |
| 1659 | 2014-11-18 16:44:56 | 64.91 | 96% |
| 827 | 2014-04-15 15:25:35 | 55.90 | 96% |
| 329 | 2013-12-23 15:49:20 | 49.59 | 93% |