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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5306 | 2016-06-20 08:14:02 | 93.44 | 94% |
| 3482 | 2015-06-26 08:01:34 | 88.49 | 97% |
| 3250 | 2015-05-28 17:58:55 | 86.94 | 96% |
| 2903 | 2015-04-08 00:39:35 | 82.44 | 93% |
| 2595 | 2015-03-11 02:23:14 | 78.80 | 96% |
| 2522 | 2015-03-10 23:55:41 | 84.92 | 95% |
| 1631 | 2014-12-13 11:14:20 | 91.72 | 97% |
| 786 | 2014-06-14 01:37:26 | 83.78 | 98% |