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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3811 | 2015-01-20 12:07:50 | 119.75 | 95% |
| 3636 | 2015-01-03 05:17:32 | 140.33 | 97% |
| 3355 | 2014-11-20 12:36:22 | 120.22 | 95% |
| 3341 | 2014-11-18 14:01:51 | 127.63 | 95% |
| 3085 | 2014-11-13 11:36:55 | 117.61 | 92% |
| 2933 | 2014-11-02 08:38:55 | 126.83 | 94% |
| 2696 | 2014-10-21 09:45:52 | 111.53 | 93% |
| 2505 | 2014-08-10 11:23:10 | 129.66 | 96% |
| 2017 | 2014-06-22 11:54:19 | 128.04 | 97% |
| 1938 | 2014-06-21 00:23:45 | 120.25 | 94% |
| 1731 | 2014-06-16 08:44:32 | 131.70 | 98% |
| 1438 | 2014-06-10 10:49:45 | 129.01 | 97% |
| 757 | 2014-06-01 09:10:49 | 114.54 | 94% |