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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2221 | 2014-01-17 11:12:00 | 78.14 | 95% |
| 1768 | 2013-11-28 13:23:41 | 71.97 | 92% |
| 1103 | 2013-10-24 10:30:49 | 80.70 | 99% |
| 1065 | 2013-10-24 05:21:48 | 72.57 | 94% |
| 1014 | 2013-10-21 08:11:33 | 74.44 | 93% |
| 861 | 2013-10-08 09:33:50 | 81.84 | 96% |
| 541 | 2013-03-15 09:11:22 | 79.49 | 98% |
| 530 | 2013-03-14 13:08:36 | 80.27 | 97% |
| 416 | 2013-03-07 12:23:21 | 78.41 | 96% |
| 172 | 2013-02-22 13:23:13 | 70.78 | 94% |
| 21 | 2013-02-20 07:55:00 | 81.18 | 98% |