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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2158 | 2015-01-19 15:11:29 | 86.39 | 99% |
| 1553 | 2014-06-05 14:11:23 | 72.96 | 95% |
| 1536 | 2014-06-05 07:44:46 | 71.60 | 95% |
| 1174 | 2013-10-30 08:45:17 | 62.76 | 94% |
| 1156 | 2013-10-29 16:37:04 | 70.21 | 97% |
| 642 | 2013-08-05 09:53:05 | 63.76 | 98% |
| 232 | 2013-07-24 16:22:25 | 58.73 | 96% |