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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2187 | 2015-11-26 06:57:48 | 74.48 | 99% |
| 2129 | 2014-09-17 12:27:59 | 78.87 | 96% |
| 2032 | 2014-09-04 14:30:25 | 68.06 | 93% |
| 1791 | 2014-06-26 11:02:18 | 69.53 | 93% |
| 1521 | 2014-04-20 01:46:34 | 66.44 | 94% |
| 917 | 2014-02-03 12:52:46 | 59.08 | 91% |
| 325 | 2013-11-08 13:07:19 | 50.62 | 90% |
| 101 | 2013-09-28 05:02:40 | 42.45 | 90% |