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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1445 | 2013-04-03 10:09:35 | 97.05 | 94% |
| 1315 | 2013-03-15 10:08:33 | 92.18 | 95% |
| 1306 | 2013-03-14 10:22:35 | 100.10 | 94% |
| 1282 | 2013-03-10 00:38:35 | 112.16 | 97% |
| 901 | 2012-12-13 11:24:58 | 84.22 | 88% |
| 388 | 2012-11-23 11:58:21 | 94.30 | 94% |
| 200 | 2012-11-09 10:02:19 | 104.71 | 96% |