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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1282 | 2013-11-30 04:18:09 | 109.27 | 96% |
| 749 | 2013-10-30 13:28:42 | 93.33 | 92% |
| 392 | 2013-10-05 12:38:31 | 91.09 | 94% |
| 24 | 2013-09-14 17:59:49 | 87.64 | 89% |