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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1329 | 2016-03-13 20:49:54 | 78.74 | 88% |
| 1141 | 2013-01-25 14:18:11 | 104.98 | 97% |
| 1127 | 2013-01-24 11:25:37 | 88.04 | 91% |
| 864 | 2013-01-07 20:10:54 | 88.79 | 89% |
| 640 | 2012-11-23 16:59:21 | 81.29 | 83% |
| 315 | 2012-11-12 08:02:38 | 72.62 | 90% |