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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 97 | 2015-06-17 14:31:50 | 95.14 | 83% |
| 63 | 2013-12-12 02:19:42 | 105.98 | 91% |
| 52 | 2013-12-07 17:20:34 | 102.44 | 94% |
| 46 | 2013-12-05 21:27:32 | 121.21 | 98% |