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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1704 | 2014-11-04 19:16:34 | 96.09 | 95% |
| 1660 | 2014-11-02 23:19:35 | 87.71 | 93% |
| 1325 | 2014-03-07 00:46:20 | 92.63 | 97% |
| 1145 | 2014-01-14 04:04:24 | 74.60 | 91% |
| 835 | 2013-12-10 16:43:10 | 69.65 | 89% |
| 747 | 2013-12-07 18:21:36 | 62.12 | 88% |
| 51 | 2013-11-01 21:45:10 | 63.16 | 91% |