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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 296 | 2013-04-08 02:57:13 | 87.98 | 94% |
| 295 | 2013-04-07 23:43:02 | 90.05 | 97% |
| 258 | 2013-04-01 22:46:57 | 78.32 | 91% |
| 164 | 2013-03-14 11:36:19 | 84.80 | 97% |