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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2534 | 2013-05-30 23:11:57 | 78.92 | 96% |
| 2414 | 2013-05-23 21:35:13 | 73.85 | 97% |
| 1255 | 2013-05-04 22:09:48 | 71.26 | 97% |
| 736 | 2013-05-02 02:18:33 | 67.61 | 95% |
| 611 | 2013-04-30 17:50:12 | 75.73 | 99% |
| 596 | 2013-04-30 15:50:55 | 73.93 | 96% |
| 166 | 2013-03-17 12:54:10 | 65.35 | 97% |