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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 435 | 2013-11-15 18:35:58 | 95.89 | 96% |
| 418 | 2013-11-15 14:25:53 | 86.62 | 94% |
| 191 | 2013-07-29 19:23:02 | 92.59 | 98% |
| 96 | 2013-07-19 19:33:10 | 85.66 | 93% |
| 78 | 2013-07-17 12:18:03 | 90.74 | 99% |