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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 490 | 2014-02-25 05:22:53 | 63.07 | 92% |
| 255 | 2014-01-16 09:51:12 | 71.53 | 95% |
| 221 | 2014-01-14 11:17:49 | 70.80 | 95% |
| 123 | 2013-12-20 07:48:02 | 56.41 | 89% |