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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3490 | 2017-02-08 07:07:21 | 127.20 | 95% |
| 3195 | 2017-02-04 00:44:52 | 125.17 | 96% |
| 2304 | 2017-01-18 08:40:06 | 141.62 | 98% |
| 2247 | 2017-01-17 08:09:04 | 126.28 | 95% |
| 1985 | 2017-01-12 10:25:41 | 115.08 | 91% |
| 1690 | 2017-01-09 23:37:02 | 123.07 | 95% |
| 1594 | 2017-01-09 19:50:21 | 122.90 | 94% |
| 1427 | 2017-01-09 02:09:52 | 124.80 | 95% |
| 1396 | 2017-01-08 23:27:56 | 127.35 | 93% |
| 970 | 2015-03-08 19:36:06 | 110.04 | 95% |
| 776 | 2014-03-29 18:08:46 | 76.38 | 91% |
| 550 | 2013-02-18 18:37:24 | 82.24 | 94% |
| 337 | 2012-08-28 11:53:16 | 97.90 | 95% |
| 66 | 2012-08-26 06:49:46 | 74.73 | 95% |