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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2245 | 2015-05-27 12:32:55 | 59.49 | 80% |
| 2087 | 2015-05-26 16:27:34 | 71.64 | 89% |
| 1741 | 2015-05-18 17:59:30 | 59.56 | 83% |
| 1705 | 2015-05-18 17:08:46 | 55.68 | 79% |
| 1537 | 2015-05-13 14:42:13 | 62.98 | 85% |
| 1078 | 2015-05-08 15:05:59 | 62.13 | 85% |
| 581 | 2015-05-06 12:47:27 | 63.89 | 88% |