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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1639 | 2013-01-05 19:48:29 | 152.63 | 99% |
| 1600 | 2012-12-15 06:23:52 | 121.68 | 92% |
| 1190 | 2012-11-17 00:46:50 | 136.34 | 98% |
| 638 | 2011-07-05 18:48:11 | 135.48 | 98% |
| 631 | 2011-07-05 00:19:28 | 138.61 | 98% |
| 464 | 2011-07-04 03:09:20 | 120.90 | 98% |
| 400 | 2011-07-04 01:22:19 | 131.95 | 97% |
| 94 | 2011-07-01 23:50:43 | 125.65 | 96% |
| 92 | 2011-07-01 23:49:06 | 122.77 | 96% |