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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1892 | 2014-06-14 12:39:04 | 114.18 | 94% |
| 1194 | 2014-03-01 03:28:53 | 112.82 | 96% |
| 1075 | 2014-02-15 13:17:09 | 108.45 | 91% |
| 203 | 2013-04-29 15:17:30 | 107.31 | 97% |