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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1100 | 2013-08-17 09:04:16 | 60.47 | 85% |
| 1096 | 2013-08-17 08:58:40 | 65.50 | 91% |
| 871 | 2013-08-12 02:31:30 | 63.79 | 88% |
| 723 | 2013-08-09 07:00:18 | 61.46 | 92% |
| 385 | 2013-07-24 10:30:51 | 60.27 | 90% |