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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1671 | 2013-08-15 11:44:45 | 134.57 | 95% |
| 1509 | 2013-08-03 12:16:23 | 141.26 | 95% |
| 967 | 2012-04-11 10:10:41 | 123.33 | 95% |
| 857 | 2012-03-15 12:22:06 | 110.31 | 91% |
| 507 | 2011-09-12 12:36:14 | 146.12 | 97% |