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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8829 | 2017-01-16 08:18:37 | 99.96 | 93% |
| 8184 | 2016-11-25 15:00:55 | 92.55 | 93% |
| 6853 | 2016-11-04 09:47:42 | 87.12 | 92% |
| 6302 | 2016-10-28 06:24:33 | 87.88 | 89% |
| 5285 | 2016-09-11 13:37:38 | 95.20 | 93% |
| 3582 | 2016-05-13 05:52:55 | 92.62 | 91% |
| 2990 | 2016-02-13 12:05:04 | 90.61 | 91% |
| 2746 | 2016-01-12 12:29:12 | 90.87 | 96% |
| 2325 | 2015-11-08 11:36:08 | 80.57 | 89% |