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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3471 | 2013-07-31 14:08:14 | 132.91 | 99% |
| 3048 | 2012-12-14 15:23:33 | 114.77 | 95% |
| 2638 | 2012-11-14 20:02:32 | 123.97 | 95% |
| 2556 | 2012-11-02 15:02:29 | 111.88 | 92% |
| 2439 | 2012-10-24 02:27:48 | 122.92 | 96% |
| 1856 | 2012-09-04 19:27:08 | 127.78 | 97% |
| 1172 | 2011-10-29 03:24:37 | 117.04 | 98% |
| 1107 | 2011-10-20 01:15:45 | 101.75 | 95% |
| 808 | 2011-09-06 20:59:45 | 105.95 | 99% |