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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4929 | 2017-05-01 23:24:56 | 80.55 | 94% |
| 3553 | 2016-04-16 02:05:34 | 70.78 | 94% |
| 3186 | 2016-03-12 18:32:02 | 69.49 | 93% |
| 2940 | 2016-03-06 17:48:43 | 62.32 | 88% |
| 2845 | 2016-02-29 05:52:50 | 71.23 | 95% |
| 1375 | 2015-03-21 00:34:15 | 68.16 | 95% |
| 528 | 2015-03-02 16:40:50 | 61.26 | 94% |