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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2567 | 2015-10-14 05:04:45 | 55.56 | 86% |
| 2102 | 2014-01-02 16:51:22 | 50.59 | 83% |
| 911 | 2011-12-03 20:14:33 | 49.71 | 91% |
| 785 | 2011-11-28 20:00:55 | 55.38 | 89% |
| 729 | 2011-11-23 23:52:36 | 51.58 | 88% |
| 717 | 2011-11-23 23:16:16 | 58.57 | 92% |