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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2740 | 2014-12-09 16:46:41 | 80.03 | 99% |
| 2525 | 2014-11-25 10:42:21 | 79.63 | 100% |
| 2509 | 2014-11-25 10:11:59 | 73.95 | 97% |
| 2137 | 2014-11-17 17:41:44 | 76.65 | 98% |
| 2010 | 2014-11-03 20:05:37 | 76.70 | 97% |
| 1893 | 2014-10-31 14:53:45 | 79.29 | 97% |
| 1832 | 2014-10-30 06:20:36 | 81.72 | 98% |
| 1784 | 2014-10-29 11:11:37 | 68.13 | 96% |
| 1432 | 2014-10-11 13:40:42 | 73.59 | 97% |
| 1093 | 2014-09-26 03:30:06 | 70.81 | 97% |
| 1002 | 2014-09-23 09:53:21 | 75.09 | 98% |
| 961 | 2014-09-22 11:50:51 | 70.25 | 97% |
| 732 | 2014-09-12 10:10:07 | 69.62 | 98% |
| 151 | 2014-08-27 09:37:50 | 51.10 | 90% |