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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1487 | 2014-12-25 07:09:31 | 90.16 | 92% |
| 1436 | 2014-02-24 03:59:20 | 94.92 | 97% |
| 1087 | 2012-04-01 11:30:41 | 78.77 | 90% |
| 579 | 2011-11-27 10:24:07 | 71.23 | 86% |