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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1786 | 2015-09-16 06:22:49 | 83.63 | 95% |
| 1662 | 2015-09-10 07:11:39 | 91.54 | 96% |
| 1101 | 2013-06-20 06:31:04 | 80.98 | 91% |
| 117 | 2012-12-13 09:57:00 | 80.77 | 94% |