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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1168 | 2015-05-20 13:21:26 | 68.12 | 96% |
| 867 | 2014-01-08 23:27:45 | 56.46 | 92% |
| 570 | 2013-04-20 09:21:18 | 63.36 | 98% |
| 493 | 2013-02-08 11:01:46 | 58.17 | 93% |
| 8 | 2013-01-19 13:41:49 | 52.09 | 95% |