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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1186 | 2014-12-31 10:55:54 | 94.20 | 90% |
| 1181 | 2014-12-31 10:51:17 | 102.32 | 96% |
| 926 | 2014-09-04 00:28:45 | 105.75 | 96% |
| 331 | 2014-03-04 22:48:37 | 82.46 | 89% |
| 130 | 2013-08-20 23:43:52 | 71.66 | 86% |