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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7335 | 2019-11-24 22:49:26 | 104.14 | 96% |
| 6135 | 2016-10-29 02:37:21 | 111.04 | 92% |
| 5964 | 2016-08-23 06:48:46 | 123.16 | 95% |
| 5897 | 2016-06-04 06:40:02 | 116.39 | 97% |
| 4528 | 2014-06-14 03:18:00 | 120.08 | 95% |
| 3720 | 2014-01-22 17:39:57 | 112.95 | 94% |
| 3230 | 2013-11-29 14:53:41 | 113.98 | 92% |
| 2845 | 2013-11-12 02:53:14 | 111.96 | 92% |
| 2805 | 2013-11-10 06:43:27 | 104.19 | 91% |
| 2266 | 2013-10-27 20:40:09 | 88.38 | 85% |
| 1148 | 2013-10-10 22:28:47 | 106.96 | 92% |
| 402 | 2013-10-02 18:14:06 | 102.62 | 94% |