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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2515 | 2016-04-01 14:33:22 | 76.76 | 99% |
| 2453 | 2016-03-17 15:42:19 | 71.98 | 97% |
| 2248 | 2016-02-24 15:20:19 | 68.62 | 95% |
| 2113 | 2016-02-20 20:11:02 | 59.76 | 93% |
| 1283 | 2016-02-05 21:29:26 | 56.87 | 94% |
| 1255 | 2016-02-03 19:52:01 | 60.35 | 97% |