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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2967 | 2014-07-04 03:36:20 | 63.17 | 95% |
| 2922 | 2014-06-04 13:59:38 | 57.94 | 92% |
| 2391 | 2013-07-08 14:01:12 | 54.75 | 91% |
| 2149 | 2013-06-05 05:06:08 | 54.93 | 91% |
| 1804 | 2013-05-27 05:53:13 | 47.62 | 89% |