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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3265 | 2017-04-21 11:53:42 | 87.82 | 99% |
| 3036 | 2016-11-01 13:51:41 | 86.41 | 97% |
| 3032 | 2016-11-01 13:31:50 | 80.90 | 96% |
| 2497 | 2015-08-27 09:16:47 | 75.44 | 94% |
| 2245 | 2015-07-04 15:00:44 | 69.21 | 93% |
| 2000 | 2015-05-31 07:01:34 | 65.88 | 95% |
| 1667 | 2015-04-01 15:43:19 | 58.11 | 94% |
| 1440 | 2015-03-28 06:25:44 | 60.85 | 94% |
| 1433 | 2015-03-28 06:11:06 | 68.82 | 96% |
| 1266 | 2015-03-22 08:50:37 | 51.45 | 91% |
| 967 | 2015-03-15 08:56:51 | 51.58 | 93% |