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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1210 | 2014-06-21 23:47:00 | 113.88 | 96% |
| 1165 | 2014-06-21 22:23:12 | 111.08 | 96% |
| 1064 | 2014-06-13 21:28:07 | 113.16 | 97% |
| 1061 | 2014-06-13 21:25:58 | 118.72 | 100% |
| 588 | 2013-07-30 19:08:33 | 92.96 | 92% |
| 524 | 2013-07-30 05:42:12 | 103.11 | 95% |
| 160 | 2013-04-15 23:28:54 | 101.74 | 97% |
| 97 | 2013-04-15 18:09:55 | 92.17 | 94% |