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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6170 | 2016-07-03 10:32:45 | 72.66 | 95% |
| 6045 | 2016-06-22 12:35:02 | 85.82 | 96% |
| 5531 | 2016-03-11 21:59:49 | 81.40 | 97% |
| 5427 | 2016-02-28 12:51:21 | 84.64 | 96% |
| 5409 | 2016-02-28 12:21:18 | 67.60 | 86% |
| 5014 | 2016-01-22 15:00:20 | 62.45 | 84% |
| 4759 | 2015-12-28 17:31:39 | 75.40 | 89% |
| 4325 | 2015-11-08 16:25:59 | 78.70 | 93% |
| 4027 | 2015-10-16 15:45:53 | 80.20 | 94% |
| 3121 | 2015-07-14 16:37:03 | 66.73 | 91% |
| 2892 | 2015-07-06 17:19:21 | 77.35 | 92% |
| 2256 | 2015-05-27 13:59:20 | 75.58 | 93% |
| 1960 | 2015-05-11 16:01:19 | 74.09 | 94% |
| 757 | 2011-02-16 12:02:43 | 60.25 |