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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1395 | 2014-04-09 18:54:32 | 119.88 | 94% |
| 1043 | 2012-09-28 20:59:25 | 105.88 | 90% |
| 974 | 2012-03-06 02:33:13 | 105.41 | 88% |
| 949 | 2012-03-05 03:33:05 | 119.27 | 95% |
| 31 | 2010-12-25 01:40:17 | 103.49 |