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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1062 | 2014-07-07 05:31:38 | 73.30 | 97% |
| 253 | 2013-07-04 06:15:08 | 77.54 | 94% |
| 160 | 2013-06-20 17:31:07 | 68.03 | 93% |
| 73 | 2013-06-11 21:18:49 | 70.54 | 95% |