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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2571 | 2016-07-09 21:59:59 | 113.75 | 95% |
| 2445 | 2016-06-18 19:01:37 | 113.40 | 96% |
| 2294 | 2016-05-20 21:54:24 | 118.43 | 98% |
| 2193 | 2016-05-09 02:16:05 | 99.18 | 93% |
| 2105 | 2016-05-02 01:20:48 | 112.07 | 94% |
| 1636 | 2016-04-01 15:59:56 | 101.43 | 93% |
| 949 | 2016-03-02 22:57:50 | 89.64 | 90% |
| 756 | 2016-02-27 19:30:56 | 85.24 | 89% |
| 503 | 2016-02-19 16:19:40 | 93.08 | 93% |
| 246 | 2016-02-09 04:10:48 | 92.13 | 94% |