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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 972 | 2015-12-25 10:56:44 | 81.10 | 93% |
| 842 | 2015-03-17 07:14:55 | 77.17 | 91% |
| 780 | 2012-12-12 17:03:50 | 67.86 | 89% |
| 777 | 2012-12-12 16:59:13 | 73.35 | 93% |
| 695 | 2011-05-10 13:19:21 | 63.21 | 91% |
| 674 | 2011-05-09 15:18:43 | 62.66 | 89% |
| 372 | 2010-05-31 12:21:29 | 53.85 |