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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1153 | 2016-08-18 21:40:07 | 127.91 | 99% |
| 1107 | 2016-07-14 01:14:17 | 122.94 | 98% |
| 852 | 2016-06-25 00:32:39 | 124.10 | 99% |
| 751 | 2016-06-23 00:46:30 | 102.02 | 94% |
| 655 | 2016-06-21 16:22:10 | 104.79 | 95% |
| 355 | 2016-06-08 22:13:07 | 95.25 | 91% |
| 336 | 2016-06-07 22:07:26 | 106.77 | 96% |
| 281 | 2016-06-05 22:58:31 | 105.42 | 96% |