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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1046 | 2014-02-06 19:36:45 | 59.23 | 97% |
| 988 | 2014-02-04 19:54:15 | 53.39 | 96% |
| 492 | 2013-08-23 16:40:38 | 50.69 | 97% |
| 323 | 2013-08-08 19:50:16 | 43.94 | 92% |