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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1088 | 2017-01-18 22:45:33 | 93.04 | 98% |
| 1023 | 2015-09-24 01:03:43 | 94.16 | 99% |
| 821 | 2015-01-13 23:01:22 | 84.52 | 97% |
| 820 | 2015-01-11 02:01:15 | 84.80 | 96% |
| 708 | 2014-01-23 22:11:10 | 86.40 | 96% |
| 662 | 2013-11-23 19:49:30 | 73.64 | 93% |
| 660 | 2013-11-17 19:50:57 | 74.58 | 95% |
| 478 | 2012-12-18 21:17:08 | 52.53 | 90% |