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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 972 | 2015-04-04 01:03:05 | 114.28 | 93% |
| 963 | 2015-03-28 21:03:41 | 95.25 | 92% |
| 705 | 2015-02-09 01:01:20 | 107.09 | 96% |
| 630 | 2015-02-03 21:47:56 | 103.74 | 95% |
| 271 | 2013-07-07 08:25:30 | 95.77 | 88% |
| 169 | 2013-06-01 04:56:33 | 106.36 | 97% |