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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2880 | 2016-11-30 04:07:03 | 103.98 | 96% |
| 1937 | 2016-04-11 10:33:41 | 92.24 | 99% |
| 1912 | 2016-04-05 07:29:57 | 101.27 | 98% |
| 1878 | 2016-04-02 14:20:55 | 82.02 | 93% |
| 1770 | 2016-03-25 16:57:13 | 94.93 | 98% |
| 1643 | 2016-03-21 01:27:56 | 91.82 | 97% |
| 1236 | 2016-02-27 19:30:56 | 85.77 | 96% |
| 1159 | 2016-02-24 20:20:35 | 84.32 | 96% |
| 1134 | 2016-02-24 18:05:43 | 80.16 | 92% |
| 1106 | 2016-02-24 05:52:00 | 82.18 | 97% |
| 653 | 2016-02-08 13:54:10 | 81.31 | 99% |
| 644 | 2016-02-07 17:25:09 | 78.89 | 96% |
| 277 | 2016-01-12 13:41:07 | 67.69 | 93% |