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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3348 | 2016-12-17 07:41:22 | 64.42 | 94% |
| 3301 | 2016-11-28 03:59:29 | 66.38 | 96% |
| 2490 | 2013-04-17 01:18:33 | 52.20 | 91% |
| 1353 | 2011-08-31 22:19:31 | 48.40 | 96% |
| 956 | 2011-07-31 07:23:51 | 40.11 | 94% |