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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6053 | 2016-03-23 10:52:50 | 86.31 | 99% |
| 5327 | 2015-09-01 05:54:10 | 81.05 | 98% |
| 5326 | 2015-09-01 05:53:21 | 71.84 | 96% |
| 3028 | 2015-06-22 01:14:36 | 71.45 | 96% |
| 2501 | 2015-06-08 06:14:20 | 64.96 | 96% |
| 2298 | 2015-06-03 04:20:54 | 67.47 | 94% |
| 2288 | 2015-06-03 04:10:51 | 69.64 | 95% |
| 1951 | 2015-05-26 04:53:30 | 67.88 | 95% |
| 1653 | 2015-05-17 13:14:33 | 69.40 | 98% |
| 1498 | 2015-05-11 02:05:20 | 70.06 | 96% |