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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2155 | 2015-06-06 16:12:25 | 66.97 | 96% |
| 2063 | 2015-06-02 08:54:05 | 61.24 | 94% |
| 1760 | 2013-03-23 04:51:32 | 56.78 | 91% |
| 1121 | 2013-02-16 15:29:48 | 56.52 | 89% |