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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 848 | 2017-04-14 21:41:36 | 107.55 | 97% |
| 580 | 2010-04-19 03:00:56 | 117.00 | |
| 429 | 2010-04-14 02:51:48 | 104.20 | |
| 34 | 2010-03-22 00:44:01 | 115.43 |