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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1849 | 2016-12-08 17:02:27 | 121.63 | 97% |
| 1551 | 2016-08-20 09:52:45 | 112.82 | 95% |
| 1304 | 2014-06-19 10:34:32 | 117.54 | 99% |
| 954 | 2014-03-11 05:42:35 | 107.44 | 95% |
| 615 | 2013-11-11 20:33:27 | 120.91 | 98% |
| 559 | 2013-11-08 18:39:48 | 127.42 | 99% |
| 555 | 2013-11-08 10:08:29 | 112.30 | 94% |
| 295 | 2013-08-28 11:11:42 | 119.28 | 97% |
| 150 | 2013-05-29 13:37:21 | 115.56 | 97% |