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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1437 | 2015-08-04 15:09:45 | 82.86 | 94% |
| 1290 | 2013-12-05 07:54:21 | 77.20 | 94% |
| 730 | 2012-02-02 07:02:17 | 64.67 | 92% |
| 709 | 2012-01-31 12:45:59 | 64.42 | 93% |
| 459 | 2012-01-20 15:28:25 | 57.09 | 89% |