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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2722 | 2014-10-10 18:44:27 | 71.80 | 95% |
| 2219 | 2014-09-15 16:14:12 | 69.25 | 95% |
| 2189 | 2014-09-15 14:59:29 | 61.83 | 95% |
| 1827 | 2014-09-05 14:41:02 | 56.91 | 93% |
| 1613 | 2014-08-31 19:53:28 | 57.97 | 95% |
| 303 | 2014-07-31 19:04:52 | 50.60 | 92% |