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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5633 | 2016-08-31 08:47:52 | 92.38 | 95% |
| 5128 | 2016-07-18 21:10:14 | 98.72 | 96% |
| 4761 | 2016-06-01 18:03:25 | 89.15 | 96% |
| 4710 | 2016-05-26 22:44:05 | 81.33 | 91% |
| 4380 | 2016-05-23 01:48:32 | 83.22 | 94% |
| 3712 | 2016-05-16 04:22:17 | 82.30 | 92% |
| 3177 | 2016-05-02 15:04:43 | 90.46 | 97% |
| 2964 | 2016-04-28 01:54:14 | 86.32 | 93% |
| 2495 | 2016-04-17 04:24:25 | 94.80 | 96% |
| 1760 | 2016-03-23 18:36:50 | 95.75 | 97% |
| 754 | 2011-09-05 20:39:13 | 71.09 | 93% |
| 144 | 2011-09-02 02:15:33 | 80.93 | 97% |