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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1737 | 2014-07-02 05:12:28 | 66.66 | 94% |
| 1596 | 2014-06-30 18:10:24 | 62.36 | 94% |
| 1021 | 2014-06-20 12:40:06 | 61.59 | 90% |
| 605 | 2014-06-11 20:15:06 | 68.55 | 93% |
| 527 | 2014-06-11 18:31:46 | 65.79 | 92% |