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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1235 | 2015-04-24 00:11:28 | 97.71 | 95% |
| 526 | 2014-11-13 22:17:30 | 91.76 | 97% |
| 397 | 2014-10-22 06:39:17 | 90.94 | 95% |
| 262 | 2014-09-30 22:10:37 | 98.74 | 97% |