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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1594 | 2014-06-26 12:49:42 | 94.68 | 97% |
| 1473 | 2014-05-23 10:33:19 | 88.33 | 95% |
| 1400 | 2014-05-07 10:00:11 | 92.24 | 99% |
| 1389 | 2014-05-06 12:42:38 | 88.95 | 95% |
| 1149 | 2014-04-03 15:05:08 | 83.14 | 96% |
| 865 | 2014-03-10 12:58:23 | 90.42 | 98% |
| 714 | 2014-02-21 08:40:24 | 89.72 | 97% |
| 632 | 2014-02-13 14:57:38 | 83.82 | 94% |
| 437 | 2014-01-20 14:16:12 | 90.22 | 97% |