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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7117 | 2015-03-31 16:13:43 | 116.17 | 97% |
| 6484 | 2015-02-16 08:28:13 | 99.62 | 92% |
| 6261 | 2015-02-13 11:42:22 | 111.92 | 94% |
| 5868 | 2015-02-01 11:36:05 | 114.05 | 93% |
| 5081 | 2015-01-04 21:53:26 | 122.35 | 96% |
| 5069 | 2015-01-04 21:39:48 | 98.58 | 92% |
| 4769 | 2015-01-01 20:24:59 | 122.76 | 98% |
| 4759 | 2015-01-01 20:13:53 | 118.70 | 95% |
| 4612 | 2014-12-27 22:26:22 | 104.76 | 94% |
| 4324 | 2014-12-18 22:00:30 | 102.29 | 94% |
| 1485 | 2014-11-10 14:36:50 | 109.37 | 96% |
| 1459 | 2014-11-10 13:45:56 | 114.72 | 97% |
| 1143 | 2014-11-08 14:31:47 | 119.05 | 97% |
| 662 | 2013-01-16 12:52:27 | 105.74 | 93% |