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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7526 | 2017-07-13 21:10:46 | 95.23 | 99% |
| 6187 | 2017-03-01 17:46:47 | 92.49 | 98% |
| 5069 | 2017-01-17 00:05:15 | 96.73 | 99% |
| 5007 | 2017-01-13 16:31:58 | 97.81 | 100% |
| 4857 | 2017-01-04 16:13:51 | 84.56 | 96% |
| 2855 | 2016-11-18 23:49:35 | 96.85 | 100% |
| 2605 | 2016-11-14 19:25:28 | 84.68 | 99% |
| 1787 | 2016-10-31 04:28:54 | 87.92 | 100% |
| 1518 | 2016-10-25 21:44:01 | 83.32 | 99% |
| 1013 | 2016-10-17 23:48:20 | 78.50 | 98% |