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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 373 | 2014-11-15 21:40:44 | 63.56 | 89% |
| 351 | 2014-05-03 15:04:07 | 71.18 | 96% |
| 223 | 2013-01-13 18:33:49 | 67.79 | 96% |
| 3 | 2012-11-10 15:07:28 | 50.66 | 94% |