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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 503 | 2014-01-30 20:53:43 | 127.83 | 95% |
| 381 | 2014-01-26 21:38:13 | 143.18 | 97% |
| 275 | 2014-01-22 17:39:54 | 126.31 | 95% |
| 231 | 2014-01-22 05:01:42 | 132.08 | 98% |