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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 684 | 2015-12-06 19:48:18 | 147.42 | 100% |
| 479 | 2015-07-05 16:52:59 | 145.01 | 96% |
| 142 | 2013-08-29 16:40:11 | 126.61 | 98% |
| 97 | 2013-08-29 05:48:57 | 135.20 | 97% |