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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2399 | 2015-06-07 02:05:42 | 76.23 | 96% |
| 2382 | 2015-06-06 04:30:46 | 76.95 | 97% |
| 2262 | 2015-05-31 05:01:17 | 67.15 | 93% |
| 2203 | 2015-05-18 23:08:54 | 84.79 | 98% |
| 1949 | 2015-04-29 21:38:06 | 70.71 | 94% |
| 1608 | 2015-04-12 02:06:14 | 61.34 | 91% |
| 6 | 2015-03-05 05:22:04 | 49.68 | 94% |