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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4522 | 2015-06-30 01:26:27 | 97.58 | 93% |
| 3772 | 2015-05-17 22:27:24 | 90.44 | 95% |
| 3739 | 2015-05-16 23:07:40 | 101.00 | 94% |
| 3483 | 2015-04-25 02:42:18 | 80.90 | 91% |
| 2133 | 2015-02-15 23:57:03 | 99.45 | 97% |
| 2078 | 2015-02-14 22:04:58 | 106.24 | 97% |
| 1683 | 2014-12-27 22:58:15 | 90.30 | 92% |
| 1229 | 2014-12-09 03:55:03 | 95.40 | 94% |
| 608 | 2014-10-11 02:50:28 | 94.03 | 94% |
| 408 | 2014-10-02 08:27:28 | 97.14 | 93% |