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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1237 | 2016-06-11 06:56:21 | 97.50 | 97% |
| 1170 | 2014-07-25 17:00:22 | 93.64 | 100% |
| 1133 | 2012-05-18 01:14:54 | 97.56 | 94% |
| 989 | 2012-02-24 10:21:25 | 89.35 | 96% |