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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 867 | 2013-06-07 15:21:01 | 97.98 | 100% |
| 649 | 2013-04-26 20:22:41 | 100.63 | 100% |
| 342 | 2013-01-18 21:15:21 | 84.71 | 93% |
| 301 | 2013-01-18 18:53:53 | 92.89 | 99% |
| 120 | 2013-01-10 22:43:06 | 83.43 | 97% |