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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1175 | 2013-03-05 00:14:22 | 64.91 | 95% |
| 1067 | 2012-12-27 06:58:44 | 71.06 | 98% |
| 842 | 2012-09-16 07:48:34 | 67.85 | 100% |
| 555 | 2012-08-19 02:50:17 | 51.48 | 96% |