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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 948 | 2013-06-27 18:50:28 | 68.30 | 96% |
| 904 | 2013-06-16 09:46:15 | 67.08 | 96% |
| 891 | 2013-06-01 16:32:05 | 55.77 | 91% |
| 357 | 2013-04-15 08:06:17 | 72.93 | 98% |
| 198 | 2013-03-29 09:38:21 | 52.21 | 93% |