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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1625 | 2015-04-27 17:27:44 | 61.53 | 87% |
| 1526 | 2015-04-22 14:17:32 | 55.02 | 89% |
| 1165 | 2015-03-27 18:19:10 | 65.45 | 94% |
| 1104 | 2015-03-09 17:53:26 | 56.63 | 88% |
| 1042 | 2015-01-27 20:44:32 | 66.55 | 95% |
| 478 | 2014-11-03 20:22:01 | 51.08 | 87% |
| 252 | 2014-09-17 20:41:40 | 51.47 | 87% |
| 148 | 2014-04-12 20:31:19 | 52.38 | 93% |