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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6766 | 2018-12-11 15:08:26 | 112.02 | 98% |
| 6129 | 2018-10-09 21:30:50 | 96.34 | 97% |
| 2222 | 2013-07-25 19:25:39 | 88.04 | 94% |
| 2108 | 2013-07-18 15:14:45 | 96.41 | 98% |
| 1520 | 2013-04-28 02:21:23 | 102.66 | 98% |
| 1306 | 2013-03-02 03:43:58 | 81.66 | 91% |
| 1171 | 2013-01-13 19:28:44 | 81.04 | 92% |
| 220 | 2012-10-23 17:19:49 | 83.92 | 96% |
| 189 | 2012-10-23 16:07:26 | 87.37 | 96% |