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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3303 | 2016-11-07 00:20:30 | 111.68 | 99% |
| 3259 | 2016-11-06 00:31:41 | 105.84 | 96% |
| 2777 | 2016-05-30 23:56:18 | 101.63 | 99% |
| 2038 | 2016-01-30 23:11:54 | 96.50 | 95% |
| 1987 | 2016-01-22 01:05:38 | 88.06 | 93% |
| 1962 | 2016-01-19 22:33:47 | 106.36 | 98% |
| 1655 | 2015-12-12 02:44:53 | 99.20 | 96% |
| 1386 | 2015-11-21 23:39:34 | 91.98 | 93% |
| 558 | 2014-10-16 14:17:41 | 98.47 | 97% |
| 31 | 2014-07-16 15:20:03 | 99.79 | 96% |