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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2252 | 2013-12-03 04:55:56 | 69.79 | 97% |
| 1602 | 2013-11-20 06:47:58 | 72.31 | 99% |
| 1393 | 2013-11-13 07:23:08 | 66.29 | 98% |
| 912 | 2012-12-16 09:53:14 | 58.80 | 99% |
| 585 | 2011-12-09 02:49:25 | 49.19 | 94% |