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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1695 | 2015-06-03 10:24:33 | 60.57 | 95% |
| 1562 | 2014-11-12 11:55:18 | 65.00 | 96% |
| 1462 | 2013-06-20 19:23:11 | 58.79 | 94% |
| 1245 | 2012-10-18 19:01:47 | 53.39 | 93% |
| 680 | 2012-09-22 17:08:36 | 45.64 | 95% |
| 635 | 2012-09-21 13:23:30 | 45.50 | 96% |
| 210 | 2012-09-11 18:29:32 | 30.99 | 88% |