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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1112 | 2014-11-20 03:09:51 | 110.27 | 100% |
| 1099 | 2014-02-11 01:37:11 | 107.10 | 98% |
| 1011 | 2012-07-20 04:29:49 | 106.21 | 99% |
| 936 | 2012-06-30 03:20:13 | 100.19 | 96% |
| 863 | 2012-05-24 01:13:58 | 108.96 | 98% |
| 723 | 2012-05-08 02:52:31 | 101.54 | 99% |
| 675 | 2012-05-07 03:02:00 | 103.41 | 98% |
| 228 | 2012-04-29 04:01:59 | 86.16 | 94% |