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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1703 | 2013-05-29 13:37:18 | 128.20 | 98% |
| 1281 | 2013-02-15 14:06:18 | 105.44 | 94% |
| 1165 | 2013-02-04 22:14:18 | 111.72 | 95% |
| 994 | 2013-01-30 15:47:59 | 96.92 | 90% |
| 861 | 2013-01-23 21:58:58 | 97.74 | 96% |
| 806 | 2013-01-22 03:17:28 | 115.53 | 97% |