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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 860 | 2013-07-05 03:39:58 | 65.47 | 90% |
| 757 | 2013-07-03 04:10:51 | 67.40 | 91% |
| 683 | 2013-07-02 08:03:23 | 66.66 | 93% |
| 412 | 2013-06-29 11:42:52 | 56.39 | 89% |
| 101 | 2013-06-24 08:09:33 | 60.38 | 91% |