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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1300 | 2013-11-28 17:48:23 | 54.22 | 88% |
| 1283 | 2013-11-26 18:08:00 | 58.98 | 91% |
| 1088 | 2013-10-20 18:05:16 | 58.81 | 92% |
| 891 | 2013-08-30 21:34:17 | 60.87 | 91% |
| 864 | 2013-08-30 14:32:37 | 60.55 | 91% |
| 229 | 2013-07-30 11:12:13 | 56.28 | 93% |