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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5594 | 2016-10-28 16:47:59 | 116.17 | 96% |
| 5339 | 2016-06-11 21:33:13 | 94.88 | 88% |
| 3645 | 2014-10-17 23:54:06 | 84.20 | 94% |
| 2005 | 2014-01-20 05:58:45 | 82.50 | 93% |
| 1801 | 2013-12-24 05:25:51 | 84.68 | 91% |
| 615 | 2013-09-05 16:31:26 | 80.84 | 95% |
| 403 | 2013-08-17 23:33:48 | 69.73 | 92% |