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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1436 | 2016-03-01 16:36:13 | 106.08 | 97% |
| 1208 | 2015-09-10 12:40:16 | 92.68 | 92% |
| 640 | 2015-06-22 21:35:01 | 95.27 | 98% |
| 639 | 2015-06-22 21:34:21 | 89.72 | 97% |
| 441 | 2015-03-30 12:58:35 | 91.32 | 95% |
| 219 | 2015-03-09 21:07:52 | 89.84 | 94% |
| 216 | 2015-03-09 19:49:03 | 86.28 | 93% |
| 123 | 2015-03-06 20:58:54 | 83.35 | 94% |