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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2048 | 2016-07-07 07:27:27 | 87.31 | 97% |
| 2037 | 2016-06-24 09:51:34 | 77.94 | 93% |
| 1774 | 2016-04-18 11:26:50 | 94.91 | 99% |
| 1219 | 2015-06-01 10:28:39 | 81.50 | 95% |
| 740 | 2010-01-16 16:47:58 | 75.26 | |
| 703 | 2010-01-12 14:32:06 | 76.96 | |
| 497 | 2009-03-17 18:53:59 | 72.73 | |
| 384 | 2009-01-07 12:05:00 | 51.50 |