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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4117 | 2016-03-05 06:39:00 | 82.55 | 95% |
| 3552 | 2015-06-02 11:37:48 | 77.10 | 92% |
| 2515 | 2013-06-28 05:26:15 | 71.29 | 91% |
| 1004 | 2013-06-02 06:27:58 | 71.98 | 93% |
| 661 | 2012-10-02 13:36:57 | 79.74 | 95% |
| 210 | 2012-03-12 05:49:20 | 64.47 | 93% |