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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1010 | 2014-02-14 11:50:48 | 124.74 | 95% |
| 916 | 2014-02-12 08:06:09 | 129.63 | 98% |
| 606 | 2013-12-20 11:48:24 | 113.04 | 92% |
| 426 | 2013-12-19 08:35:51 | 133.12 | 97% |