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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5971 | 2014-02-05 23:55:51 | 95.37 | 98% |
| 4635 | 2013-07-30 07:33:19 | 82.84 | 93% |
| 4576 | 2013-07-25 18:37:33 | 83.54 | 94% |
| 4271 | 2013-07-06 03:33:58 | 81.25 | 94% |
| 3702 | 2013-03-30 05:09:56 | 83.00 | 94% |
| 2608 | 2013-02-08 08:07:51 | 68.89 | 90% |
| 2601 | 2013-02-08 07:36:33 | 77.45 | 91% |
| 2356 | 2013-02-02 06:38:55 | 82.98 | 97% |
| 1984 | 2013-01-27 01:23:23 | 79.74 | 96% |
| 1797 | 2013-01-24 23:19:17 | 81.31 | 97% |
| 1603 | 2013-01-19 18:44:21 | 72.82 | 95% |
| 1444 | 2013-01-16 22:54:04 | 74.61 | 93% |