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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1508 | 2014-05-16 17:18:56 | 99.78 | 97% |
| 782 | 2014-02-18 17:49:56 | 100.94 | 96% |
| 586 | 2014-01-23 17:28:54 | 99.29 | 95% |
| 334 | 2013-12-20 18:20:50 | 96.92 | 96% |