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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1321 | 2013-08-19 16:19:31 | 103.52 | 91% |
| 1120 | 2013-08-04 07:47:39 | 93.60 | 86% |
| 1113 | 2013-07-31 19:33:01 | 91.49 | 88% |
| 513 | 2013-01-20 14:21:17 | 120.93 | 99% |