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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4620 | 2014-02-05 02:35:31 | 110.13 | 97% |
| 4491 | 2013-12-22 13:49:12 | 117.08 | 97% |
| 4396 | 2013-12-14 10:00:40 | 99.52 | 93% |
| 4168 | 2013-11-24 04:14:50 | 122.55 | 99% |
| 3446 | 2013-08-26 12:03:29 | 121.95 | 99% |
| 3234 | 2013-02-03 11:49:26 | 114.89 | 99% |
| 3150 | 2013-01-25 16:18:49 | 99.83 | 97% |
| 2694 | 2012-12-09 11:37:26 | 109.58 | 97% |
| 153 | 2012-08-25 13:57:30 | 102.32 | 97% |
| 49 | 2012-08-23 15:14:02 | 92.84 | 94% |