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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2735 | 2017-03-15 01:56:24 | 74.01 | 96% |
| 1680 | 2010-06-09 16:07:55 | 63.10 | |
| 1256 | 2009-08-19 17:27:35 | 55.79 | |
| 636 | 2009-06-08 16:30:37 | 53.79 |