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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1674 | 2013-09-05 02:04:00 | 83.41 | 96% |
| 813 | 2013-05-07 02:29:04 | 64.21 | 94% |
| 708 | 2013-05-02 02:35:39 | 71.48 | 95% |
| 680 | 2013-04-30 04:06:24 | 81.47 | 96% |
| 571 | 2013-04-25 05:31:37 | 72.47 | 95% |
| 229 | 2013-04-15 08:06:14 | 76.86 | 99% |
| 160 | 2013-04-12 14:57:49 | 77.21 | 98% |