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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 854 | 2013-04-20 10:54:53 | 60.88 | 95% |
| 524 | 2013-04-14 05:19:37 | 64.73 | 97% |
| 514 | 2013-04-14 03:26:05 | 63.80 | 96% |
| 214 | 2012-03-16 08:33:58 | 50.14 | 93% |