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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 519 | 2014-06-13 03:00:08 | 120.08 | 95% |
| 321 | 2014-06-03 14:27:34 | 131.43 | 99% |
| 221 | 2014-05-25 10:11:41 | 123.68 | 95% |
| 169 | 2014-05-18 12:50:07 | 137.44 | 99% |
| 119 | 2014-05-18 08:44:10 | 138.00 | 100% |
| 39 | 2014-05-16 07:25:10 | 110.99 | 92% |