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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1998 | 2015-04-29 03:21:25 | 65.86 | 96% |
| 1382 | 2014-11-03 07:19:57 | 67.58 | 91% |
| 1348 | 2014-10-23 02:39:06 | 61.29 | 90% |
| 1285 | 2014-05-22 18:01:58 | 67.19 | 91% |
| 899 | 2010-12-31 23:41:37 | 65.91 |