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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6333 | 2016-11-03 18:33:34 | 75.45 | 93% |
| 5451 | 2016-05-10 13:01:19 | 67.73 | 90% |
| 5405 | 2016-05-05 14:03:36 | 67.73 | 93% |
| 5297 | 2016-02-12 13:56:47 | 68.50 | 94% |
| 4163 | 2015-04-15 17:51:41 | 71.89 | 96% |
| 4068 | 2015-04-09 15:01:02 | 60.98 | 91% |
| 3649 | 2015-02-17 13:55:15 | 55.57 | 86% |
| 3085 | 2014-12-10 13:09:17 | 48.02 | 87% |
| 3033 | 2014-12-05 13:28:27 | 59.61 | 93% |
| 2919 | 2014-11-29 12:59:37 | 55.99 | 92% |
| 2310 | 2014-10-21 20:47:57 | 50.70 | 89% |
| 1831 | 2014-09-17 20:41:48 | 45.59 | 90% |
| 1724 | 2014-09-16 12:42:27 | 45.98 | 92% |