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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1374 | 2015-01-10 23:58:38 | 81.87 | 94% |
| 1038 | 2014-11-17 02:28:14 | 79.99 | 93% |
| 702 | 2012-08-13 21:20:55 | 87.59 | 97% |
| 103 | 2010-10-26 02:09:34 | 68.26 |