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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1547 | 2014-04-29 09:49:05 | 92.03 | 86% |
| 1517 | 2014-04-27 11:53:36 | 106.25 | 92% |
| 1010 | 2014-04-10 10:10:18 | 113.09 | 96% |
| 940 | 2014-04-08 07:47:07 | 106.83 | 91% |
| 448 | 2014-04-01 06:17:02 | 105.99 | 94% |