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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1852 | 2014-10-26 13:23:44 | 60.74 | 96% |
| 1636 | 2014-10-21 09:25:28 | 64.33 | 98% |
| 1398 | 2014-10-10 11:46:55 | 59.75 | 98% |
| 1043 | 2013-09-12 13:17:03 | 58.69 | 98% |
| 727 | 2013-08-27 08:39:28 | 58.46 | 97% |