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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1663 | 2016-01-31 20:30:23 | 59.76 | 97% |
| 1296 | 2016-01-19 15:27:25 | 57.08 | 94% |
| 1209 | 2015-05-21 20:41:34 | 55.87 | 95% |
| 1179 | 2015-05-19 17:37:04 | 56.26 | 92% |
| 740 | 2011-05-04 11:23:27 | 47.50 | 93% |