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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2349 | 2014-11-09 12:22:56 | 109.11 | 99% |
| 2231 | 2014-02-16 07:53:14 | 104.69 | 98% |
| 2187 | 2013-10-30 08:56:25 | 85.08 | 92% |
| 2025 | 2013-10-19 11:56:20 | 98.48 | 94% |
| 1809 | 2013-08-01 06:12:19 | 86.01 | 95% |
| 1367 | 2013-03-02 11:52:07 | 104.21 | 98% |
| 1101 | 2013-02-20 05:24:01 | 98.55 | 98% |
| 413 | 2012-11-29 23:52:16 | 70.44 | 92% |