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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1255 | 2013-09-24 09:12:57 | 98.09 | 99% |
| 1253 | 2013-09-24 09:07:20 | 95.90 | 96% |
| 1175 | 2013-09-22 15:02:59 | 79.78 | 93% |
| 915 | 2013-01-16 04:40:00 | 85.67 | 95% |
| 790 | 2013-01-12 07:24:33 | 81.29 | 96% |
| 761 | 2012-12-16 04:22:56 | 73.91 | 94% |