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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3461 | 2013-07-22 16:03:05 | 78.67 | 98% |
| 1939 | 2013-01-25 20:50:07 | 76.44 | 97% |
| 1835 | 2013-01-22 15:46:03 | 70.04 | 96% |
| 1285 | 2012-12-26 19:27:28 | 71.97 | 98% |
| 877 | 2012-12-06 17:30:49 | 64.57 | 93% |