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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2348 | 2016-08-17 20:04:49 | 61.70 | 96% |
| 2140 | 2016-08-12 01:24:49 | 68.02 | 98% |
| 1304 | 2016-07-31 21:42:38 | 67.38 | 97% |
| 1246 | 2016-07-31 00:49:42 | 62.41 | 96% |
| 950 | 2016-07-21 15:44:44 | 62.71 | 99% |
| 715 | 2016-07-13 14:28:42 | 59.17 | 97% |
| 490 | 2016-06-20 23:30:01 | 62.10 | 97% |
| 202 | 2016-06-10 04:20:56 | 54.29 | 98% |