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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 513 | 2013-12-06 04:15:30 | 161.08 | 100% |
| 435 | 2013-11-21 23:28:20 | 150.38 | 97% |
| 347 | 2013-10-17 20:23:53 | 148.39 | 99% |
| 246 | 2013-10-04 21:53:36 | 149.71 | 100% |
| 235 | 2013-10-04 18:49:34 | 109.48 | 93% |