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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3446 | 2016-01-13 17:08:54 | 79.32 | 95% |
| 2419 | 2013-08-28 05:32:13 | 78.73 | 96% |
| 2209 | 2013-05-18 19:47:29 | 77.10 | 94% |
| 2131 | 2013-04-26 18:35:36 | 81.40 | 95% |
| 1328 | 2013-01-26 15:21:39 | 84.10 | 96% |
| 1178 | 2012-12-16 12:57:04 | 80.45 | 96% |
| 308 | 2012-09-01 06:08:47 | 74.66 | 96% |