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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6226 | 2016-11-22 18:25:52 | 66.43 | 89% |
| 6085 | 2016-11-13 19:08:32 | 81.05 | 94% |
| 5418 | 2016-10-28 17:13:05 | 64.45 | 86% |
| 2031 | 2016-04-23 17:08:40 | 59.57 | 90% |
| 1822 | 2016-04-10 19:15:04 | 52.15 | 89% |
| 1312 | 2016-03-20 16:53:23 | 57.05 | 95% |
| 1276 | 2016-03-17 19:45:58 | 50.22 | 92% |
| 889 | 2016-02-02 15:46:11 | 54.24 | 94% |