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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1805 | 2015-05-22 01:55:09 | 76.14 | 84% |
| 1654 | 2015-01-25 01:00:35 | 98.43 | 96% |
| 1574 | 2015-01-23 02:35:00 | 89.72 | 90% |
| 1163 | 2013-10-25 01:41:13 | 93.66 | 94% |
| 1134 | 2013-10-24 19:05:21 | 91.35 | 92% |
| 999 | 2013-09-19 18:59:36 | 93.31 | 95% |
| 930 | 2013-08-20 13:46:09 | 75.71 | 91% |
| 737 | 2013-05-03 16:30:45 | 75.15 | 88% |
| 568 | 2013-04-19 02:27:00 | 79.06 | 91% |
| 70 | 2013-01-27 22:36:24 | 67.82 | 91% |
| 53 | 2013-01-27 18:35:45 | 66.51 | 94% |