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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1949 | 2013-06-07 04:24:36 | 102.24 | 99% |
| 1795 | 2013-01-10 12:07:43 | 106.07 | 96% |
| 849 | 2012-11-17 07:37:18 | 101.37 | 99% |
| 656 | 2012-11-05 11:54:17 | 92.49 | 96% |
| 622 | 2012-11-05 10:11:08 | 103.69 | 98% |
| 150 | 2012-08-12 15:55:23 | 95.18 | 94% |