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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1036 | 2014-10-06 13:31:15 | 66.97 | 99% |
| 652 | 2014-09-11 17:21:25 | 56.68 | 96% |
| 458 | 2014-08-27 13:07:24 | 60.07 | 97% |
| 246 | 2014-08-22 01:09:04 | 52.62 | 95% |