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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 902 | 2015-06-07 04:43:49 | 97.01 | 94% |
| 820 | 2014-08-03 19:52:12 | 100.82 | 94% |
| 791 | 2014-04-29 15:24:38 | 97.84 | 95% |
| 605 | 2013-12-13 00:01:15 | 91.05 | 95% |
| 519 | 2013-10-24 15:25:17 | 86.30 | 90% |
| 293 | 2012-03-13 02:10:00 | 74.13 | 89% |