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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1819 | 2014-03-25 11:14:52 | 77.26 | 93% |
| 1115 | 2013-11-10 06:22:30 | 64.75 | 92% |
| 1042 | 2013-05-02 06:13:59 | 82.25 | 92% |
| 253 | 2012-04-04 05:31:27 | 54.44 | 84% |
| 148 | 2012-04-01 06:15:45 | 59.37 | 87% |
| 106 | 2012-03-30 12:15:38 | 53.35 | 84% |