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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1853 | 2014-02-26 13:21:35 | 72.78 | 92% |
| 1652 | 2013-12-31 04:46:43 | 69.95 | 96% |
| 1395 | 2013-08-08 16:14:05 | 54.73 | 92% |
| 1303 | 2013-07-31 09:01:37 | 61.81 | 96% |
| 1231 | 2013-07-27 07:17:09 | 57.31 | 93% |