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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3621 | 2014-11-03 12:41:19 | 69.90 | 97% |
| 2966 | 2013-09-24 12:39:33 | 56.43 | 93% |
| 2444 | 2013-08-06 05:57:30 | 40.27 | 92% |
| 2400 | 2013-08-05 00:15:23 | 60.11 | 94% |
| 2380 | 2013-08-04 09:58:53 | 60.66 | 95% |
| 1937 | 2013-07-20 12:57:18 | 53.60 | 93% |
| 1341 | 2013-06-26 12:53:44 | 55.33 | 95% |
| 196 | 2013-05-24 17:08:52 | 37.65 | 91% |