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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1478 | 2015-04-16 20:37:35 | 81.22 | 94% |
| 1460 | 2015-04-14 15:45:41 | 80.04 | 95% |
| 1369 | 2015-04-01 20:52:42 | 72.12 | 92% |
| 681 | 2014-11-19 20:50:57 | 78.41 | 94% |