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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 967 | 2013-04-05 15:25:06 | 88.68 | 97% |
| 908 | 2013-04-04 16:17:01 | 85.54 | 94% |
| 255 | 2012-05-04 20:59:19 | 70.14 | 97% |
| 76 | 2012-05-03 14:49:17 | 77.41 | 99% |