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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6180 | 2016-12-02 05:39:01 | 85.38 | 94% |
| 5423 | 2016-10-07 04:45:10 | 82.66 | 95% |
| 4753 | 2016-05-24 02:26:48 | 78.09 | 90% |
| 3974 | 2016-04-10 11:36:38 | 85.97 | 95% |
| 3319 | 2016-03-22 23:17:51 | 84.30 | 94% |
| 2755 | 2016-01-17 15:03:12 | 81.17 | 94% |
| 2649 | 2016-01-06 05:05:59 | 91.04 | 98% |
| 2440 | 2015-12-02 08:14:06 | 87.72 | 97% |
| 2429 | 2015-12-02 08:00:44 | 77.76 | 95% |
| 2158 | 2012-03-11 10:18:22 | 74.22 | 95% |
| 1685 | 2012-02-15 19:10:36 | 68.78 | 95% |
| 665 | 2012-01-26 08:14:00 | 69.46 | 99% |
| 304 | 2012-01-01 04:50:45 | 65.06 | 96% |