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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5343 | 2017-02-14 23:29:03 | 117.08 | 99% |
| 3780 | 2013-03-11 23:10:56 | 96.55 | 94% |
| 1754 | 2012-12-11 23:43:58 | 97.82 | 95% |
| 1048 | 2012-11-09 22:47:56 | 94.44 | 92% |
| 982 | 2012-11-07 23:35:22 | 113.20 | 99% |
| 943 | 2012-11-07 17:43:45 | 103.18 | 96% |
| 750 | 2012-10-30 20:47:54 | 98.56 | 92% |
| 494 | 2012-10-19 02:39:15 | 102.75 | 97% |
| 272 | 2012-10-15 23:01:30 | 99.48 | 95% |
| 193 | 2012-09-15 00:43:43 | 86.84 | 88% |