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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9462 | 2017-08-17 23:14:31 | 79.88 | 98% |
| 7430 | 2017-06-20 23:43:08 | 71.91 | 97% |
| 6600 | 2017-06-08 13:04:32 | 63.68 | 94% |
| 6313 | 2017-06-05 06:13:31 | 53.16 | 94% |
| 5767 | 2017-05-26 15:43:38 | 69.64 | 93% |
| 5644 | 2017-05-24 23:16:14 | 74.94 | 95% |
| 4769 | 2017-05-05 19:57:49 | 59.05 | 94% |
| 3819 | 2017-04-21 20:16:16 | 62.99 | 91% |
| 3432 | 2017-04-13 14:31:57 | 61.81 | 92% |
| 2620 | 2017-03-31 15:26:27 | 50.06 | 86% |
| 2345 | 2017-03-29 20:51:39 | 53.16 | 85% |