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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1219 | 2014-10-29 17:05:46 | 72.28 | 98% |
| 1053 | 2014-10-29 07:45:36 | 72.25 | 98% |
| 646 | 2014-10-11 14:08:43 | 63.80 | 94% |
| 234 | 2014-08-09 08:02:16 | 53.19 | 95% |