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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4127 | 2016-04-21 11:10:11 | 109.96 | 93% |
| 4010 | 2016-04-02 08:34:52 | 119.32 | 97% |
| 2222 | 2015-10-04 03:41:37 | 101.04 | 95% |
| 1861 | 2015-09-02 08:01:38 | 103.33 | 97% |
| 1257 | 2015-08-21 10:47:03 | 93.34 | 93% |
| 963 | 2015-08-17 15:30:23 | 112.86 | 98% |
| 104 | 2015-07-28 03:58:40 | 86.22 | 93% |