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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 623 | 2015-03-02 21:52:46 | 72.74 | 93% |
| 554 | 2015-02-03 21:22:01 | 80.44 | 97% |
| 82 | 2011-07-04 19:08:50 | 48.32 | 88% |
| 9 | 2010-12-13 22:58:38 | 44.82 |