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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1031 | 2016-01-30 04:10:18 | 102.43 | 96% |
| 884 | 2014-10-20 04:06:09 | 93.91 | 87% |
| 866 | 2014-10-16 06:32:12 | 90.87 | 87% |
| 794 | 2014-09-29 23:48:16 | 107.40 | 96% |
| 726 | 2014-04-01 03:39:46 | 105.35 | 97% |
| 599 | 2013-08-28 22:57:53 | 92.51 | 91% |
| 228 | 2011-09-03 00:00:38 | 96.22 | 98% |
| 137 | 2010-04-01 00:33:15 | 65.30 |