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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 900 | 2014-07-20 07:37:00 | 91.21 | 93% |
| 709 | 2014-07-13 04:48:10 | 80.11 | 88% |
| 591 | 2014-07-11 09:06:31 | 81.06 | 93% |
| 146 | 2013-10-28 09:10:47 | 66.11 | 93% |