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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1826 | 2015-02-19 08:56:15 | 75.66 | 90% |
| 1791 | 2015-02-19 08:18:59 | 85.45 | 96% |
| 1546 | 2014-05-08 00:24:33 | 80.48 | 91% |
| 1202 | 2014-04-09 19:49:26 | 67.24 | 88% |
| 930 | 2014-03-27 17:25:53 | 73.78 | 90% |
| 133 | 2014-02-26 21:32:07 | 66.34 | 88% |