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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1631 | 2013-07-08 01:26:49 | 112.29 | 97% |
| 1620 | 2013-07-07 13:10:17 | 125.28 | 97% |
| 1490 | 2013-07-04 13:35:08 | 124.06 | 94% |
| 1086 | 2013-06-20 00:26:02 | 135.98 | 100% |
| 942 | 2013-06-16 16:36:09 | 137.29 | 99% |
| 710 | 2013-06-05 12:51:50 | 116.52 | 91% |
| 341 | 2013-05-28 17:18:24 | 134.38 | 99% |