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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6749 | 2017-02-04 14:44:36 | 60.99 | 85% |
| 5541 | 2016-05-08 12:56:57 | 69.97 | 94% |
| 4405 | 2015-10-29 09:45:42 | 59.31 | 90% |
| 3829 | 2015-03-03 15:30:10 | 70.56 | 94% |
| 1943 | 2014-01-31 12:23:33 | 51.35 | 93% |
| 1763 | 2014-01-10 14:22:33 | 40.45 | 88% |
| 652 | 2013-10-14 18:20:30 | 34.88 | 93% |