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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1652 | 2014-03-17 04:03:06 | 43.77 | 93% |
| 1572 | 2014-03-05 19:26:18 | 46.38 | 94% |
| 865 | 2014-01-23 23:35:28 | 41.16 | 91% |
| 329 | 2013-10-02 00:24:43 | 33.91 | 89% |