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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 835 | 2013-07-22 10:48:04 | 87.07 | 97% |
| 832 | 2013-07-17 12:53:17 | 87.78 | 96% |
| 823 | 2013-07-10 12:28:58 | 84.17 | 97% |
| 797 | 2013-04-10 08:08:04 | 81.14 | 93% |
| 66 | 2012-12-24 13:44:38 | 77.27 | 96% |