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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4408 | 2015-01-11 04:27:36 | 125.78 | 100% |
| 4359 | 2015-01-06 04:43:36 | 118.62 | 99% |
| 3673 | 2014-06-16 08:44:34 | 122.91 | 99% |
| 3162 | 2014-05-18 03:49:50 | 98.26 | 96% |
| 3081 | 2014-05-14 09:01:00 | 117.46 | 100% |
| 2694 | 2014-04-24 06:03:01 | 107.97 | 96% |
| 2298 | 2014-04-11 02:32:50 | 103.63 | 95% |
| 1960 | 2014-04-02 03:18:35 | 118.17 | 99% |
| 1630 | 2014-03-23 00:23:43 | 111.96 | 96% |
| 824 | 2014-03-04 19:25:59 | 101.11 | 97% |