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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2849 | 2015-08-16 00:43:04 | 97.63 | 94% |
| 2449 | 2015-07-12 18:22:05 | 94.18 | 93% |
| 2236 | 2015-06-22 04:26:10 | 91.33 | 95% |
| 2043 | 2015-06-06 18:56:46 | 101.33 | 97% |
| 1322 | 2015-04-06 00:07:04 | 89.91 | 95% |
| 258 | 2014-12-22 23:32:43 | 104.57 | 100% |
| 233 | 2014-12-22 23:08:22 | 93.46 | 97% |
| 194 | 2014-12-22 21:17:16 | 94.70 | 99% |
| 114 | 2014-12-21 23:09:26 | 90.47 | 97% |