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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3517 | 2014-07-04 09:34:40 | 84.21 | 96% |
| 3238 | 2014-04-08 14:41:06 | 92.28 | 95% |
| 3175 | 2014-02-15 14:21:37 | 94.08 | 99% |
| 3110 | 2014-02-07 11:58:07 | 92.69 | 97% |
| 3031 | 2014-02-01 18:37:29 | 90.68 | 97% |
| 2608 | 2014-01-06 13:06:16 | 86.09 | 95% |
| 1915 | 2013-12-29 15:21:50 | 78.93 | 95% |
| 1728 | 2013-12-24 18:57:43 | 85.68 | 97% |
| 1160 | 2013-12-10 16:22:17 | 84.02 | 95% |
| 923 | 2013-12-04 21:20:07 | 82.90 | 96% |
| 329 | 2013-11-23 23:17:45 | 81.01 | 97% |