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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1491 | 2015-11-06 20:04:30 | 58.88 | 91% |
| 1136 | 2014-10-08 23:21:50 | 69.29 | 94% |
| 622 | 2013-12-31 21:31:21 | 65.89 | 94% |
| 264 | 2013-07-09 18:26:08 | 61.40 | 92% |