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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3872 | 2014-01-21 12:37:08 | 64.99 | 95% |
| 3643 | 2014-01-07 10:09:37 | 50.24 | 86% |
| 2754 | 2013-11-09 05:32:56 | 48.68 | 90% |
| 1603 | 2013-09-22 16:43:26 | 49.30 | 89% |