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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1122 | 2014-12-20 00:07:23 | 68.18 | 97% |
| 1076 | 2014-12-19 17:26:55 | 64.66 | 99% |
| 1029 | 2014-12-17 12:01:43 | 57.30 | 96% |
| 691 | 2014-11-25 23:21:24 | 51.95 | 96% |
| 498 | 2014-11-16 17:31:53 | 47.62 | 96% |