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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 346 | 2013-10-11 09:53:07 | 73.55 | 94% |
| 327 | 2013-10-11 09:02:04 | 67.33 | 90% |
| 165 | 2013-10-09 11:09:45 | 72.35 | 92% |
| 47 | 2013-10-08 14:12:53 | 65.16 | 91% |