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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 917 | 2014-06-17 03:35:17 | 109.45 | 98% |
| 250 | 2011-06-24 13:43:37 | 106.00 | 99% |
| 111 | 2011-06-14 02:55:25 | 115.23 | 100% |
| 83 | 2011-06-13 23:46:01 | 101.75 | 98% |
| 31 | 2011-06-13 17:20:03 | 105.30 | 98% |