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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1817 | 2015-03-25 22:36:09 | 55.95 | 97% |
| 1637 | 2015-03-15 16:16:51 | 54.90 | 95% |
| 1483 | 2015-03-07 22:24:39 | 55.72 | 97% |
| 1195 | 2015-02-28 12:10:32 | 50.47 | 97% |
| 1165 | 2015-02-27 16:34:14 | 55.10 | 98% |
| 881 | 2015-02-18 15:07:04 | 46.91 | 98% |