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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2677 | 2015-11-03 19:35:57 | 62.57 | 92% |
| 1981 | 2013-04-26 02:02:54 | 73.23 | 97% |
| 1619 | 2012-12-07 20:18:22 | 77.95 | 97% |
| 810 | 2012-08-02 20:38:20 | 62.22 | 94% |