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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1748 | 2014-05-02 03:16:07 | 87.83 | 89% |
| 1634 | 2014-04-12 09:13:49 | 92.33 | 95% |
| 759 | 2013-04-01 02:38:50 | 90.62 | 93% |
| 503 | 2012-10-08 21:35:46 | 74.79 | 93% |
| 299 | 2012-04-15 21:50:49 | 67.09 | 94% |