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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 960 | 2013-12-27 11:25:39 | 87.60 | 95% |
| 886 | 2013-11-15 18:44:18 | 69.42 | 91% |
| 435 | 2013-09-29 04:02:10 | 84.36 | 99% |
| 180 | 2013-09-01 00:33:07 | 60.17 | 92% |