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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 940 | 2015-11-25 04:13:21 | 73.95 | 96% |
| 824 | 2015-11-23 04:03:55 | 70.14 | 94% |
| 777 | 2015-11-20 03:20:29 | 74.14 | 97% |
| 144 | 2011-11-22 13:49:42 | 71.10 | 97% |