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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4642 | 2016-10-14 19:05:33 | 127.00 | 98% |
| 3619 | 2015-11-09 02:54:24 | 127.79 | 100% |
| 2628 | 2014-08-05 21:16:14 | 121.75 | 97% |
| 2551 | 2014-08-05 13:28:09 | 125.55 | 96% |
| 2382 | 2014-07-28 17:28:12 | 122.80 | 97% |
| 2317 | 2014-05-28 01:16:34 | 130.16 | 96% |
| 1644 | 2013-06-25 18:36:25 | 119.09 | 96% |
| 1617 | 2013-06-25 17:08:32 | 128.75 | 99% |
| 1011 | 2013-04-25 04:40:52 | 123.64 | 97% |
| 670 | 2013-04-15 05:16:42 | 110.42 | 97% |
| 339 | 2013-04-04 01:48:50 | 109.70 | 96% |