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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4091 | 2014-11-21 08:04:35 | 99.18 | 98% |
| 2959 | 2014-10-05 09:01:49 | 110.87 | 99% |
| 2822 | 2014-09-27 20:11:57 | 104.96 | 98% |
| 2448 | 2014-09-04 20:00:01 | 96.13 | 98% |
| 2361 | 2013-06-11 13:09:15 | 86.16 | 91% |
| 2229 | 2013-05-20 11:52:50 | 94.12 | 96% |
| 2124 | 2013-05-15 11:19:21 | 95.26 | 94% |
| 2119 | 2013-05-15 09:10:43 | 102.91 | 97% |
| 2114 | 2013-05-15 08:31:53 | 110.23 | 99% |
| 2003 | 2013-05-09 13:37:21 | 81.78 | 92% |
| 1760 | 2013-05-03 11:47:06 | 100.17 | 96% |