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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1875 | 2013-12-21 23:48:13 | 85.27 | 90% |
| 1168 | 2013-02-16 22:56:49 | 90.58 | 93% |
| 1139 | 2013-02-15 22:32:38 | 81.03 | 93% |
| 1046 | 2013-02-14 02:33:42 | 88.13 | 91% |
| 909 | 2013-02-12 01:46:02 | 79.86 | 88% |
| 727 | 2013-02-09 21:17:56 | 88.21 | 93% |
| 687 | 2013-02-09 17:34:05 | 92.24 | 94% |
| 293 | 2013-02-02 21:52:27 | 86.16 | 93% |
| 46 | 2013-01-28 14:17:52 | 82.42 | 92% |