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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 196 | 2013-06-25 07:36:52 | 98.45 | 91% |
| 156 | 2013-06-23 10:43:56 | 98.85 | 91% |
| 117 | 2013-06-23 03:56:09 | 94.09 | 87% |
| 52 | 2013-06-21 14:54:13 | 86.07 | 85% |