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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 568 | 2013-11-17 22:33:28 | 113.70 | 95% |
| 247 | 2013-10-27 12:59:17 | 126.39 | 98% |
| 187 | 2013-10-26 10:13:25 | 110.06 | 95% |
| 72 | 2013-10-24 07:07:19 | 119.72 | 95% |
| 3 | 2013-10-22 06:22:06 | 105.83 | 94% |