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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1716 | 2013-09-12 01:32:00 | 86.14 | 97% |
| 1636 | 2013-09-10 00:38:00 | 80.01 | 94% |
| 1556 | 2013-05-17 21:42:23 | 87.54 | 97% |
| 695 | 2012-11-07 05:39:32 | 84.03 | 94% |
| 489 | 2012-10-25 20:32:17 | 74.88 | 91% |