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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4090 | 2017-01-31 06:14:14 | 70.86 | 96% |
| 3107 | 2013-11-04 11:23:23 | 76.05 | 96% |
| 2956 | 2013-10-16 06:58:46 | 49.96 | 98% |
| 2490 | 2013-07-25 11:15:43 | 69.77 | 97% |
| 2010 | 2013-07-05 03:56:30 | 69.08 | 94% |