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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1853 | 2013-09-07 01:47:32 | 67.56 | 93% |
| 946 | 2013-02-17 01:20:39 | 62.73 | 95% |
| 928 | 2013-02-16 04:23:06 | 60.17 | 94% |
| 264 | 2012-04-19 01:51:42 | 55.54 | 93% |
| 167 | 2012-03-31 01:47:28 | 61.51 | 99% |