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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1689 | 2015-08-05 00:17:04 | 70.16 | 97% |
| 899 | 2013-07-17 18:48:33 | 60.25 | 89% |
| 625 | 2013-07-08 05:28:49 | 64.75 | 95% |
| 419 | 2013-06-23 07:41:16 | 62.33 | 94% |
| 386 | 2013-06-21 05:34:35 | 60.44 | 90% |