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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1877 | 2017-04-01 12:20:06 | 86.55 | 92% |
| 1137 | 2013-09-21 08:50:58 | 101.29 | 99% |
| 787 | 2013-08-20 17:58:05 | 88.90 | 95% |
| 722 | 2013-08-15 20:45:52 | 91.82 | 95% |
| 689 | 2013-08-10 14:14:51 | 88.90 | 94% |
| 685 | 2013-08-07 12:53:14 | 91.14 | 94% |
| 208 | 2013-02-13 12:37:05 | 96.57 | 98% |
| 202 | 2013-02-13 12:27:59 | 82.93 | 95% |