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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1837 | 2016-08-16 01:37:49 | 81.44 | 96% |
| 1018 | 2011-07-17 13:47:41 | 74.65 | 97% |
| 973 | 2011-04-29 02:26:34 | 68.53 | |
| 314 | 2010-06-16 14:40:53 | 65.99 |