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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1222 | 2014-10-14 02:43:11 | 73.80 | 99% |
| 571 | 2012-12-26 03:09:03 | 75.21 | 96% |
| 421 | 2012-09-28 00:21:56 | 70.38 | 98% |
| 49 | 2012-07-06 00:33:29 | 64.54 | 96% |
| 22 | 2012-07-04 22:04:31 | 60.60 | 94% |