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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4071 | 2016-01-29 14:24:01 | 69.95 | 94% |
| 3734 | 2016-01-25 14:11:37 | 77.37 | 95% |
| 3280 | 2016-01-15 15:33:35 | 80.25 | 97% |
| 2758 | 2016-01-06 21:18:01 | 68.76 | 88% |
| 2716 | 2016-01-05 17:17:47 | 66.81 | 92% |
| 2354 | 2016-01-01 11:44:11 | 68.02 | 93% |
| 2278 | 2015-12-31 21:34:18 | 63.74 | 90% |
| 2163 | 2015-12-30 18:14:43 | 64.60 | 89% |
| 1742 | 2015-12-26 10:26:29 | 73.76 | 95% |
| 1644 | 2015-12-25 11:10:18 | 70.47 | 94% |
| 753 | 2015-12-14 16:05:59 | 68.98 | 94% |
| 751 | 2015-12-14 16:03:49 | 59.13 | 91% |