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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 659 | 2014-01-18 11:18:00 | 97.01 | 97% |
| 616 | 2012-11-24 11:49:31 | 100.15 | 96% |
| 366 | 2012-08-02 16:13:16 | 100.06 | 95% |
| 302 | 2012-07-22 06:27:31 | 105.29 | 96% |