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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2126 | 2014-07-12 05:47:34 | 114.04 | 96% |
| 2120 | 2014-04-05 05:07:45 | 99.60 | 93% |
| 2022 | 2014-03-02 23:37:16 | 110.66 | 94% |
| 1857 | 2014-02-17 04:47:52 | 98.79 | 93% |
| 584 | 2013-04-28 21:06:39 | 112.56 | 99% |
| 325 | 2013-04-26 04:41:22 | 92.19 | 96% |
| 208 | 2013-04-22 23:32:55 | 102.45 | 95% |
| 183 | 2013-04-21 03:56:02 | 78.97 | 88% |
| 166 | 2013-04-20 21:47:50 | 88.94 | 91% |
| 104 | 2013-04-20 07:18:20 | 82.83 | 91% |