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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2898 | 2017-08-12 13:09:05 | 75.87 | 99% |
| 2002 | 2015-03-25 17:33:34 | 75.92 | 96% |
| 1834 | 2014-12-10 14:59:43 | 77.98 | 95% |
| 1703 | 2014-11-12 16:48:51 | 79.59 | 98% |
| 1201 | 2014-07-02 17:45:54 | 78.33 | 96% |
| 1019 | 2014-05-27 10:41:44 | 88.92 | 100% |
| 553 | 2014-03-21 14:19:15 | 73.34 | 94% |