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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2515 | 2015-03-13 21:32:27 | 95.82 | 96% |
| 2349 | 2015-02-26 04:13:20 | 93.03 | 94% |
| 2266 | 2015-02-13 23:39:08 | 85.52 | 94% |
| 1860 | 2014-11-21 02:21:05 | 95.96 | 96% |
| 1825 | 2014-11-19 07:32:05 | 91.76 | 94% |
| 1661 | 2014-11-10 07:31:31 | 96.57 | 97% |
| 1613 | 2014-11-07 03:59:55 | 90.47 | 94% |
| 1040 | 2013-09-22 15:50:06 | 87.04 | 96% |
| 867 | 2013-04-12 20:20:31 | 101.46 | 97% |
| 582 | 2013-01-22 03:17:39 | 81.68 | 92% |
| 570 | 2013-01-21 04:35:23 | 93.79 | 95% |
| 526 | 2013-01-20 20:02:52 | 96.54 | 97% |
| 503 | 2013-01-19 19:59:02 | 89.71 | 94% |
| 314 | 2013-01-05 07:08:02 | 72.70 | 87% |