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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 885 | 2013-08-03 01:26:40 | 88.55 | 97% |
| 793 | 2013-05-25 02:28:18 | 84.17 | 98% |
| 760 | 2013-05-14 18:10:32 | 83.13 | 96% |
| 734 | 2013-05-04 01:57:35 | 82.61 | 96% |
| 595 | 2013-03-18 22:38:30 | 83.63 | 96% |
| 523 | 2013-02-12 23:53:01 | 78.65 | 98% |
| 410 | 2013-01-06 22:14:28 | 87.92 | 97% |
| 375 | 2013-01-02 22:47:46 | 88.18 | 98% |
| 290 | 2012-12-15 16:48:45 | 76.07 | 93% |