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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1580 | 2013-05-28 19:34:38 | 88.65 | 97% |
| 1159 | 2012-03-30 19:19:30 | 84.11 | 93% |
| 1106 | 2012-03-28 19:12:48 | 87.77 | 96% |
| 785 | 2012-03-12 17:08:25 | 88.05 | 95% |
| 232 | 2012-02-22 19:18:31 | 88.52 | 98% |