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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1213 | 2016-03-21 13:03:54 | 104.04 | 93% |
| 1032 | 2016-02-22 18:12:59 | 112.18 | 98% |
| 594 | 2013-01-14 09:22:00 | 109.83 | 99% |
| 538 | 2013-01-08 10:03:50 | 101.67 | 94% |
| 501 | 2013-01-01 14:15:15 | 111.83 | 96% |
| 316 | 2012-12-22 04:46:26 | 109.78 | 96% |
| 148 | 2012-12-01 10:02:41 | 99.48 | 95% |