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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3676 | 2015-04-18 05:39:30 | 115.25 | 95% |
| 2997 | 2015-04-04 05:17:50 | 110.38 | 93% |
| 2025 | 2015-03-13 04:00:30 | 112.16 | 96% |
| 1943 | 2015-03-06 22:52:58 | 107.85 | 94% |
| 1609 | 2015-02-20 00:06:58 | 117.15 | 99% |
| 1335 | 2014-10-24 02:15:24 | 105.19 | 93% |
| 1238 | 2014-10-18 06:38:36 | 104.64 | 95% |
| 1203 | 2014-10-15 22:58:17 | 110.76 | 96% |
| 1060 | 2014-10-12 07:26:15 | 106.29 | 94% |
| 1009 | 2014-10-10 07:13:46 | 99.51 | 93% |
| 341 | 2014-09-18 23:11:25 | 97.27 | 93% |
| 234 | 2014-09-14 23:02:25 | 99.39 | 95% |