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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2585 | 2013-12-26 12:45:43 | 77.70 | 97% |
| 2020 | 2013-12-02 05:38:49 | 64.45 | 92% |
| 1760 | 2013-11-09 04:04:17 | 83.66 | 97% |
| 1608 | 2013-11-05 15:38:32 | 75.09 | 95% |
| 1242 | 2013-10-12 08:59:52 | 76.66 | 98% |
| 1196 | 2013-10-05 05:00:52 | 72.69 | 96% |
| 484 | 2013-07-26 15:31:02 | 66.50 | 97% |
| 315 | 2013-07-15 07:46:18 | 55.01 | 88% |