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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2134 | 2014-03-28 02:56:12 | 88.96 | 96% |
| 1743 | 2013-04-28 19:04:00 | 93.51 | 95% |
| 1285 | 2013-01-31 00:14:23 | 85.42 | 94% |
| 832 | 2013-01-12 16:12:54 | 87.79 | 98% |
| 668 | 2013-01-06 09:16:26 | 83.33 | 97% |
| 443 | 2012-12-21 02:45:36 | 87.80 | 95% |
| 25 | 2012-11-04 21:49:48 | 83.93 | 98% |