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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1073 | 2015-03-19 21:30:35 | 87.44 | 96% |
| 474 | 2012-11-18 14:06:09 | 80.13 | 97% |
| 357 | 2012-11-12 12:36:44 | 78.74 | 95% |
| 299 | 2012-11-08 19:03:27 | 75.14 | 94% |