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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1170 | 2015-01-14 19:24:45 | 95.24 | 97% |
| 1090 | 2015-01-06 00:56:14 | 93.60 | 97% |
| 787 | 2011-06-09 21:16:17 | 97.17 | 98% |
| 573 | 2011-05-03 17:00:07 | 104.34 | 99% |
| 310 | 2011-04-04 01:43:52 | 95.57 | |
| 111 | 2011-03-14 02:48:16 | 83.15 |