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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1089 | 2013-03-08 21:03:49 | 99.91 | 97% |
| 976 | 2013-03-07 00:03:26 | 90.60 | 92% |
| 726 | 2013-02-14 00:58:05 | 104.69 | 99% |
| 500 | 2013-02-10 06:12:20 | 97.10 | 99% |
| 71 | 2012-10-03 21:11:04 | 87.63 | 97% |