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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2339 | 2014-08-14 06:47:37 | 83.03 | 95% |
| 1569 | 2013-10-28 14:45:09 | 82.76 | 89% |
| 872 | 2013-07-05 14:04:03 | 79.21 | 84% |
| 818 | 2013-07-03 16:56:26 | 79.44 | 86% |
| 636 | 2013-06-25 18:07:20 | 67.65 | 87% |
| 89 | 2013-04-28 19:04:15 | 64.40 | 91% |