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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1890 | 2016-12-17 06:36:03 | 88.70 | 95% |
| 1200 | 2013-04-06 19:50:44 | 76.77 | 96% |
| 1114 | 2012-09-27 10:49:10 | 84.48 | 99% |
| 824 | 2011-04-03 19:45:01 | 62.18 |