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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3250 | 2017-04-19 14:44:36 | 76.32 | 95% |
| 2410 | 2016-12-09 08:41:17 | 64.64 | 90% |
| 2293 | 2016-11-20 17:32:29 | 69.90 | 97% |
| 2039 | 2016-10-24 09:31:06 | 69.79 | 92% |
| 1420 | 2016-08-05 20:12:25 | 69.24 | 94% |
| 1176 | 2016-06-24 04:19:33 | 60.91 | 93% |
| 521 | 2015-12-17 05:53:37 | 54.13 | 94% |
| 462 | 2015-11-14 14:51:48 | 54.84 | 97% |