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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2602 | 2014-02-19 16:38:18 | 85.85 | 91% |
| 1165 | 2013-09-03 00:01:47 | 81.39 | 94% |
| 823 | 2013-08-23 05:59:03 | 77.84 | 96% |
| 49 | 2013-08-10 02:38:29 | 78.66 | 88% |