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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 997 | 2014-02-10 18:36:18 | 103.65 | 93% |
| 769 | 2014-01-16 03:28:53 | 85.28 | 91% |
| 301 | 2013-10-26 02:57:31 | 108.33 | 98% |
| 287 | 2013-10-26 02:24:29 | 94.91 | 91% |