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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2843 | 2014-11-21 02:40:48 | 91.94 | 97% |
| 2798 | 2014-11-04 02:02:26 | 85.00 | 97% |
| 1928 | 2012-06-04 07:48:53 | 84.53 | 96% |
| 1800 | 2012-06-02 07:33:00 | 92.00 | 97% |
| 1427 | 2012-05-27 07:16:41 | 90.14 | 97% |