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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2387 | 2016-04-04 02:31:58 | 123.52 | 94% |
| 2344 | 2016-03-31 21:33:45 | 110.67 | 90% |
| 1751 | 2016-03-04 01:12:56 | 126.82 | 97% |
| 1226 | 2016-02-16 02:10:56 | 118.99 | 93% |
| 945 | 2016-02-11 20:47:56 | 124.68 | 95% |
| 224 | 2014-01-31 05:33:40 | 110.89 | 97% |