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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1531 | 2015-01-19 04:32:55 | 65.26 | 94% |
| 807 | 2012-05-13 00:44:00 | 56.63 | 95% |
| 351 | 2012-05-03 22:17:19 | 57.13 | 96% |
| 123 | 2012-04-26 16:48:21 | 54.91 | 97% |
| 67 | 2012-04-26 15:05:14 | 51.61 | 98% |