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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2817 | 2015-12-29 22:34:27 | 146.66 | 99% |
| 2039 | 2014-03-18 23:48:44 | 162.13 | 100% |
| 1454 | 2012-12-04 14:28:43 | 145.54 | 94% |
| 1399 | 2012-11-08 11:05:46 | 149.40 | 96% |
| 891 | 2012-10-11 13:52:01 | 144.83 | 95% |
| 649 | 2012-09-30 23:59:17 | 144.68 | 96% |