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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3360 | 2014-10-16 06:32:06 | 108.71 | 95% |
| 3218 | 2014-08-16 06:25:39 | 92.61 | 94% |
| 2729 | 2014-05-16 06:39:48 | 103.34 | 96% |
| 2576 | 2014-04-26 17:26:29 | 95.70 | 91% |
| 1920 | 2014-01-17 18:30:22 | 89.29 | 93% |
| 1571 | 2013-11-10 17:49:48 | 99.78 | 96% |
| 1322 | 2013-09-20 14:53:05 | 89.26 | 94% |
| 1298 | 2013-09-16 20:16:35 | 91.94 | 95% |
| 851 | 2013-08-24 15:38:10 | 87.11 | 93% |
| 224 | 2013-07-03 16:56:26 | 80.22 | 94% |