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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4976 | 2015-05-22 14:15:35 | 72.28 | 97% |
| 4755 | 2015-02-01 20:02:46 | 71.57 | 94% |
| 4730 | 2014-12-24 15:41:04 | 64.72 | 91% |
| 4718 | 2014-12-18 07:54:33 | 71.48 | 93% |
| 4147 | 2014-05-04 01:46:26 | 69.28 | 92% |
| 3918 | 2014-03-11 17:44:29 | 71.95 | 97% |
| 3905 | 2014-03-11 17:30:29 | 73.23 | 94% |
| 3333 | 2013-12-28 11:35:48 | 65.57 | 92% |
| 2613 | 2013-12-09 18:17:50 | 61.92 | 95% |
| 1068 | 2013-09-29 09:03:37 | 63.30 | 92% |