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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2379 | 2015-02-08 17:32:27 | 119.98 | 89% |
| 1851 | 2013-09-19 23:52:24 | 117.56 | 93% |
| 1539 | 2013-05-09 12:46:23 | 111.56 | 91% |
| 1388 | 2013-04-29 14:05:01 | 128.13 | 97% |
| 1225 | 2013-04-04 13:15:17 | 111.26 | 92% |
| 997 | 2013-02-06 13:16:06 | 103.46 | 92% |
| 777 | 2013-01-25 19:56:18 | 97.04 | 83% |
| 726 | 2013-01-25 02:46:29 | 121.65 | 91% |
| 548 | 2013-01-16 20:11:01 | 84.45 | 84% |