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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4706 | 2015-07-07 07:44:59 | 85.62 | 93% |
| 4702 | 2015-07-07 07:41:56 | 86.88 | 97% |
| 4305 | 2015-06-26 12:10:48 | 87.31 | 96% |
| 3822 | 2015-06-20 10:38:27 | 80.17 | 98% |
| 3806 | 2015-06-20 10:22:30 | 83.51 | 98% |
| 2942 | 2015-06-05 22:05:53 | 82.32 | 95% |
| 2694 | 2015-06-02 01:55:36 | 74.09 | 94% |
| 2479 | 2015-05-28 22:28:06 | 79.32 | 97% |
| 2114 | 2015-02-07 01:50:48 | 76.47 | 97% |
| 1179 | 2014-11-22 12:06:09 | 63.08 | 97% |
| 925 | 2014-11-10 09:59:43 | 57.92 | 97% |
| 759 | 2014-11-08 02:53:13 | 48.53 | 96% |
| 642 | 2014-11-05 08:56:06 | 57.66 | 98% |