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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1775 | 2014-10-16 20:05:19 | 98.88 | 98% |
| 1493 | 2014-06-18 14:15:06 | 98.15 | 100% |
| 772 | 2013-10-14 19:16:32 | 90.57 | 98% |
| 612 | 2013-08-27 01:44:25 | 90.22 | 98% |
| 138 | 2013-07-02 21:02:27 | 90.78 | 100% |
| 45 | 2013-06-16 20:45:39 | 75.73 | 93% |