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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1022 | 2016-02-02 19:01:31 | 72.65 | 96% |
| 695 | 2013-07-16 02:42:00 | 71.62 | 92% |
| 566 | 2012-09-12 03:29:23 | 73.36 | 93% |
| 31 | 2011-02-11 05:54:46 | 69.36 |