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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2824 | 2017-02-02 03:25:06 | 97.55 | 99% |
| 2764 | 2017-01-28 08:50:00 | 102.04 | 100% |
| 2608 | 2017-01-13 01:21:10 | 92.85 | 96% |
| 1936 | 2014-12-30 10:27:17 | 82.99 | 95% |
| 1649 | 2014-12-28 02:33:05 | 77.23 | 94% |
| 1274 | 2014-12-18 12:27:39 | 78.23 | 96% |
| 555 | 2014-12-07 02:07:36 | 77.79 | 96% |
| 260 | 2014-11-28 14:30:21 | 66.69 | 95% |