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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1379 | 2013-10-28 18:05:49 | 109.51 | 89% |
| 1272 | 2013-10-08 08:48:38 | 127.84 | 99% |
| 850 | 2013-08-16 03:41:40 | 129.86 | 96% |
| 611 | 2013-08-05 16:09:34 | 121.20 | 90% |
| 426 | 2013-07-24 21:52:49 | 121.62 | 96% |