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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16881 | 2019-04-05 04:30:24 | 110.47 | 99% |
| 14155 | 2018-12-03 22:41:35 | 108.25 | 99% |
| 6993 | 2017-01-28 02:51:21 | 103.70 | 98% |
| 6396 | 2017-01-01 02:47:42 | 105.78 | 99% |
| 6128 | 2016-12-09 19:48:37 | 92.12 | 94% |
| 5507 | 2016-11-29 21:36:08 | 103.44 | 99% |
| 4316 | 2016-11-10 21:30:15 | 105.66 | 99% |
| 2422 | 2016-10-19 21:50:19 | 107.22 | 100% |
| 2140 | 2016-10-11 20:35:53 | 107.86 | 99% |
| 482 | 2016-08-01 17:31:11 | 87.51 | 97% |
| 56 | 2016-07-02 11:32:59 | 91.72 | 99% |