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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2282 | 2015-01-16 02:36:01 | 100.18 | 95% |
| 2253 | 2014-11-17 13:14:59 | 100.08 | 97% |
| 525 | 2012-09-12 00:16:19 | 92.89 | 96% |
| 487 | 2012-09-11 02:01:35 | 102.58 | 97% |
| 428 | 2012-09-09 22:34:53 | 92.64 | 92% |
| 135 | 2012-09-08 17:23:37 | 85.73 | 92% |