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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 930 | 2014-12-27 22:10:47 | 66.02 | 90% |
| 639 | 2014-12-11 16:55:27 | 66.65 | 91% |
| 590 | 2014-12-09 11:13:09 | 59.32 | 88% |
| 123 | 2014-11-17 19:21:07 | 59.48 | 92% |