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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2355 | 2014-05-25 18:29:14 | 67.90 | 94% |
| 1629 | 2013-03-10 14:35:08 | 69.73 | 98% |
| 1561 | 2012-10-12 06:25:19 | 63.05 | 95% |
| 1092 | 2011-11-04 14:34:53 | 63.91 | 94% |