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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 941 | 2014-02-20 15:20:10 | 82.09 | 93% |
| 868 | 2014-02-10 10:58:06 | 73.81 | 93% |
| 657 | 2014-01-31 11:38:36 | 79.28 | 92% |
| 620 | 2014-01-31 06:38:03 | 80.20 | 96% |
| 491 | 2014-01-23 10:01:17 | 92.65 | 96% |
| 424 | 2014-01-16 09:23:28 | 87.56 | 96% |
| 304 | 2014-01-13 05:08:35 | 80.65 | 97% |