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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1251 | 2015-06-16 19:31:23 | 109.98 | 99% |
| 1133 | 2015-05-22 05:20:25 | 109.23 | 96% |
| 927 | 2015-05-06 19:47:25 | 106.45 | 99% |
| 790 | 2015-04-28 21:07:55 | 116.56 | 97% |
| 649 | 2015-04-21 18:33:21 | 110.06 | 97% |
| 152 | 2015-03-25 17:33:22 | 105.30 | 96% |