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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2605 | 2015-03-06 20:38:28 | 68.11 | 97% |
| 2200 | 2014-09-26 03:30:10 | 65.76 | 96% |
| 2156 | 2014-09-20 01:27:02 | 65.36 | 96% |
| 1671 | 2014-08-20 17:05:05 | 65.96 | 97% |
| 1506 | 2014-08-10 18:44:07 | 59.33 | 93% |
| 1030 | 2013-10-27 14:08:28 | 56.82 | 95% |