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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4148 | 2015-11-29 18:31:45 | 77.78 | 91% |
| 3893 | 2015-01-15 22:18:02 | 83.81 | 90% |
| 3891 | 2015-01-15 22:16:20 | 98.17 | 97% |
| 3890 | 2015-01-15 22:15:37 | 100.15 | 98% |
| 3723 | 2015-01-04 19:08:47 | 97.63 | 98% |
| 3611 | 2014-12-27 19:25:17 | 87.42 | 94% |
| 3013 | 2014-11-27 19:24:52 | 74.76 | 89% |
| 2215 | 2013-12-15 20:50:11 | 90.47 | 95% |
| 1949 | 2013-11-25 23:44:12 | 84.25 | 94% |
| 1677 | 2013-11-05 19:27:51 | 95.88 | 96% |
| 803 | 2013-10-14 18:02:23 | 97.13 | 97% |
| 708 | 2013-10-13 16:31:47 | 80.97 | 93% |
| 511 | 2013-10-08 17:48:43 | 77.91 | 93% |