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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1126 | 2014-05-05 21:20:40 | 101.05 | 96% |
| 852 | 2014-04-28 21:46:26 | 100.44 | 97% |
| 629 | 2014-04-21 22:19:11 | 106.55 | 98% |
| 623 | 2014-04-21 22:12:33 | 91.81 | 94% |
| 434 | 2014-04-14 20:13:03 | 103.25 | 98% |
| 411 | 2014-04-14 19:52:00 | 93.92 | 97% |
| 305 | 2014-04-08 02:17:29 | 87.92 | 97% |