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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1359 | 2016-07-21 03:40:22 | 101.22 | 94% |
| 1252 | 2012-08-05 02:47:57 | 103.57 | 100% |
| 1103 | 2012-03-13 01:56:39 | 92.24 | 96% |
| 1085 | 2012-03-03 22:48:27 | 85.76 | 94% |