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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1908 | 2014-06-11 15:54:18 | 105.04 | 93% |
| 1812 | 2014-05-31 08:03:06 | 109.13 | 95% |
| 1670 | 2014-04-23 19:00:18 | 104.17 | 92% |
| 1598 | 2014-04-10 19:52:00 | 101.95 | 92% |
| 789 | 2014-01-18 21:07:58 | 95.88 | 94% |