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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1547 | 2016-07-17 10:32:27 | 62.84 | 93% |
| 970 | 2011-05-04 09:34:55 | 67.56 | 93% |
| 615 | 2010-07-10 09:14:31 | 65.47 | |
| 424 | 2010-05-12 13:35:51 | 45.68 |