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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1120 | 2014-10-16 12:21:58 | 67.18 | 93% |
| 980 | 2014-10-05 15:10:15 | 62.92 | 91% |
| 837 | 2013-02-05 18:32:51 | 57.23 | 94% |
| 657 | 2012-04-19 12:35:16 | 49.34 | 93% |
| 458 | 2012-04-05 11:32:45 | 53.62 | 93% |
| 396 | 2012-03-28 16:21:31 | 53.12 | 95% |
| 353 | 2012-03-27 11:25:22 | 52.56 | 93% |