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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2084 | 2015-04-06 14:20:52 | 74.19 | 92% |
| 2040 | 2015-03-24 18:09:47 | 72.44 | 94% |
| 2025 | 2015-03-20 21:05:27 | 64.03 | 84% |
| 1839 | 2015-01-06 18:31:01 | 63.83 | 83% |
| 1601 | 2013-07-04 20:38:02 | 57.03 | 88% |
| 514 | 2011-11-25 21:05:12 | 47.78 | 78% |
| 488 | 2011-11-25 14:40:11 | 41.26 | 77% |
| 92 | 2011-11-06 14:56:00 | 53.68 | 85% |
| 74 | 2011-11-04 17:13:17 | 48.37 | 78% |