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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2079 | 2016-08-15 21:14:36 | 111.74 | 99% |
| 2028 | 2016-07-28 19:53:53 | 112.36 | 99% |
| 1929 | 2016-07-14 18:46:39 | 106.36 | 99% |
| 1539 | 2016-06-05 20:04:05 | 111.71 | 99% |
| 1294 | 2016-05-03 19:03:33 | 90.40 | 96% |
| 162 | 2016-01-27 22:09:40 | 97.93 | 97% |
| 133 | 2016-01-26 21:24:03 | 111.56 | 100% |