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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1136 | 2015-04-30 02:19:11 | 96.18 | 92% |
| 1041 | 2014-05-02 19:04:26 | 90.48 | 97% |
| 581 | 2013-04-15 23:28:59 | 89.65 | 95% |
| 278 | 2013-04-06 19:50:42 | 80.54 | 92% |