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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1136 | 2015-02-04 17:56:09 | 62.32 | 90% |
| 888 | 2013-11-09 20:15:53 | 61.50 | 95% |
| 624 | 2013-08-21 19:45:19 | 51.35 | 91% |
| 360 | 2013-08-07 20:11:30 | 46.27 | 84% |