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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1099 | 2013-06-09 08:50:23 | 61.52 | 94% |
| 883 | 2012-08-15 11:58:40 | 65.98 | 96% |
| 602 | 2012-05-09 17:23:13 | 55.34 | 95% |
| 165 | 2012-01-26 10:20:33 | 63.43 | 91% |
| 29 | 2012-01-15 16:42:15 | 60.70 | 95% |