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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1199 | 2013-05-17 19:19:16 | 56.60 | 94% |
| 1035 | 2013-04-27 19:34:25 | 55.05 | 93% |
| 976 | 2013-04-26 12:08:09 | 56.60 | 96% |
| 825 | 2013-04-21 19:15:09 | 53.41 | 96% |
| 812 | 2013-04-21 18:51:59 | 51.28 | 95% |