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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1207 | 2015-03-30 02:08:03 | 99.96 | 94% |
| 1014 | 2015-03-08 23:41:37 | 117.81 | 99% |
| 998 | 2015-03-08 23:22:22 | 105.71 | 97% |
| 799 | 2015-03-04 03:49:29 | 118.32 | 99% |
| 536 | 2012-12-19 18:37:13 | 108.71 | 98% |
| 61 | 2012-07-20 17:22:27 | 102.34 | 96% |
| 29 | 2012-07-20 13:18:38 | 93.61 | 94% |