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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 706 | 2014-10-17 21:50:24 | 132.39 | 97% |
| 518 | 2013-02-22 10:46:40 | 109.99 | 98% |
| 499 | 2013-02-08 03:18:01 | 109.07 | 98% |
| 364 | 2013-01-01 14:18:01 | 117.39 | 99% |
| 362 | 2013-01-01 14:15:14 | 118.72 | 100% |