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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6329 | 2014-04-10 08:15:07 | 85.24 | 94% |
| 6262 | 2014-04-09 06:35:20 | 90.63 | 94% |
| 5746 | 2014-03-20 02:32:00 | 95.59 | 95% |
| 5295 | 2014-03-10 05:33:07 | 90.02 | 91% |
| 5016 | 2014-03-04 08:13:52 | 83.17 | 89% |
| 4441 | 2014-02-20 13:30:10 | 91.23 | 93% |
| 4274 | 2014-02-12 17:29:23 | 78.18 | 90% |
| 4041 | 2014-02-03 10:19:29 | 77.25 | 91% |
| 3900 | 2014-01-28 22:10:01 | 86.87 | 95% |
| 3681 | 2014-01-25 16:52:53 | 80.10 | 93% |
| 2631 | 2013-12-07 06:06:48 | 81.49 | 96% |
| 2546 | 2013-12-06 07:19:20 | 82.66 | 93% |
| 1963 | 2013-11-12 17:30:13 | 70.43 | 94% |