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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1026 | 2014-05-20 16:19:20 | 137.23 | 95% |
| 944 | 2014-04-24 18:10:42 | 129.46 | 94% |
| 744 | 2014-04-03 06:03:23 | 121.75 | 94% |
| 724 | 2014-03-23 13:54:53 | 123.55 | 96% |
| 691 | 2014-03-20 16:39:11 | 108.35 | 91% |
| 594 | 2014-03-05 13:09:35 | 113.69 | 94% |
| 590 | 2014-03-05 12:57:13 | 117.88 | 97% |
| 585 | 2014-03-04 12:12:34 | 115.37 | 98% |
| 216 | 2013-07-10 15:30:00 | 95.60 | 90% |
| 155 | 2013-06-20 13:13:01 | 93.83 | 94% |
| 100 | 2013-06-18 08:16:52 | 100.93 | 96% |