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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4866 | 2017-08-22 11:20:51 | 79.05 | 99% |
| 4732 | 2017-01-03 14:11:11 | 72.13 | 99% |
| 3384 | 2015-05-05 16:17:00 | 72.63 | 97% |
| 3273 | 2015-05-02 13:51:29 | 72.81 | 97% |
| 3003 | 2015-04-26 06:42:44 | 64.24 | 91% |
| 2955 | 2015-04-25 09:40:22 | 63.10 | 95% |
| 2496 | 2015-04-12 15:50:27 | 68.48 | 96% |
| 1482 | 2015-01-23 05:29:03 | 56.36 | 95% |