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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1977 | 2016-06-14 06:45:46 | 60.19 | 91% |
| 1903 | 2016-06-06 11:03:12 | 53.20 | 88% |
| 1451 | 2015-12-12 12:17:58 | 55.43 | 90% |
| 1238 | 2015-09-21 09:13:08 | 51.66 | 88% |
| 1048 | 2015-08-28 01:55:37 | 44.11 | 88% |
| 862 | 2015-07-29 16:01:04 | 50.84 | 89% |
| 712 | 2015-07-24 15:21:38 | 41.18 | 82% |