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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1027 | 2014-01-09 01:58:15 | 89.19 | 96% |
| 978 | 2014-01-06 22:33:26 | 86.35 | 99% |
| 875 | 2013-10-18 21:15:22 | 88.24 | 97% |
| 398 | 2011-10-03 22:57:28 | 74.64 | 93% |
| 333 | 2011-09-30 19:51:01 | 74.83 | 93% |