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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1687 | 2013-10-28 16:55:02 | 51.95 | 92% |
| 1621 | 2013-07-12 10:46:29 | 51.65 | 90% |
| 1425 | 2013-04-04 08:34:08 | 63.08 | 94% |
| 809 | 2013-02-02 14:52:02 | 45.79 | 89% |
| 179 | 2013-01-11 14:01:04 | 45.18 | 90% |