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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2815 | 2014-01-29 11:45:08 | 114.85 | 97% |
| 2810 | 2014-01-29 11:40:19 | 107.24 | 94% |
| 2601 | 2014-01-07 17:50:10 | 120.29 | 97% |
| 2016 | 2013-12-19 22:35:37 | 99.32 | 93% |
| 1187 | 2013-12-09 20:31:08 | 105.34 | 95% |
| 115 | 2013-11-27 16:35:06 | 97.61 | 92% |
| 31 | 2013-11-27 10:09:07 | 84.54 | 97% |