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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2004 | 2014-02-09 12:10:47 | 75.32 | 94% |
| 1704 | 2014-01-26 14:13:19 | 69.68 | 95% |
| 771 | 2013-12-22 10:35:25 | 61.97 | 94% |
| 557 | 2013-12-14 13:25:31 | 66.44 | 97% |
| 420 | 2013-12-07 05:15:00 | 64.48 | 94% |
| 399 | 2013-12-07 04:46:23 | 64.44 | 98% |