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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5711 | 2014-07-23 21:42:51 | 103.48 | 98% |
| 5208 | 2014-07-10 21:27:28 | 111.54 | 100% |
| 5117 | 2014-07-10 16:27:47 | 102.86 | 98% |
| 4811 | 2014-07-07 17:41:01 | 83.62 | 93% |
| 4668 | 2014-07-03 18:58:36 | 102.11 | 98% |
| 4398 | 2014-07-02 19:29:35 | 94.78 | 96% |
| 3495 | 2014-06-24 21:23:17 | 82.21 | 90% |
| 3478 | 2014-06-24 21:06:08 | 90.57 | 92% |
| 2527 | 2014-06-13 19:43:27 | 97.26 | 99% |
| 2438 | 2014-06-13 17:44:57 | 96.78 | 99% |
| 2080 | 2014-06-12 16:35:17 | 97.80 | 97% |
| 591 | 2014-06-09 14:48:36 | 95.21 | 98% |