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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1222 | 2014-06-07 05:29:41 | 83.47 | 97% |
| 1154 | 2013-12-27 12:12:19 | 99.02 | 99% |
| 867 | 2013-03-04 17:54:15 | 86.33 | 97% |
| 744 | 2011-08-25 06:32:03 | 92.41 | 96% |
| 257 | 2010-11-05 12:00:17 | 84.49 | |
| 163 | 2010-11-02 17:36:07 | 80.60 | |
| 112 | 2010-10-16 16:56:21 | 71.66 |