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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 935 | 2014-09-12 17:54:38 | 70.92 | 97% |
| 678 | 2014-01-13 21:02:56 | 62.45 | 93% |
| 611 | 2013-11-13 20:16:37 | 51.70 | 89% |
| 245 | 2013-03-19 19:24:05 | 52.22 | 91% |