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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1435 | 2016-10-20 12:40:32 | 98.28 | 97% |
| 1161 | 2016-10-17 13:17:53 | 96.50 | 96% |
| 1031 | 2016-10-12 19:24:07 | 91.99 | 95% |
| 795 | 2016-10-04 13:33:09 | 103.55 | 97% |
| 496 | 2016-09-26 16:07:30 | 93.63 | 98% |
| 263 | 2016-09-21 15:42:35 | 96.23 | 96% |
| 255 | 2016-09-21 14:13:34 | 96.76 | 95% |
| 120 | 2016-09-19 16:49:49 | 91.54 | 95% |
| 80 | 2016-09-16 19:05:56 | 82.70 | 92% |