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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3097 | 2016-05-29 20:28:37 | 118.87 | 97% |
| 2974 | 2016-01-04 20:13:21 | 115.99 | 98% |
| 2545 | 2015-07-25 20:46:01 | 91.48 | 86% |
| 1244 | 2015-04-03 04:56:45 | 109.27 | 93% |
| 1031 | 2015-03-29 13:17:36 | 98.30 | 93% |
| 681 | 2014-10-19 16:34:16 | 120.41 | 96% |
| 238 | 2014-04-06 06:34:49 | 56.96 | 93% |
| 153 | 2014-03-16 01:45:31 | 93.15 | 94% |