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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1758 | 2015-05-01 04:28:39 | 100.38 | 96% |
| 1678 | 2015-04-02 05:53:28 | 106.30 | 98% |
| 1511 | 2015-01-12 00:22:32 | 107.80 | 98% |
| 1487 | 2015-01-10 19:50:57 | 103.41 | 96% |
| 1027 | 2014-12-11 05:06:27 | 98.35 | 94% |
| 696 | 2014-11-13 03:08:19 | 101.64 | 95% |
| 666 | 2014-11-11 17:45:40 | 96.85 | 94% |
| 511 | 2014-08-14 01:02:37 | 90.66 | 94% |
| 443 | 2014-08-04 22:57:03 | 89.37 | 92% |