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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1273 | 2013-07-19 11:26:47 | 119.19 | 96% |
| 1036 | 2013-07-13 04:16:25 | 112.63 | 95% |
| 870 | 2013-07-11 01:04:44 | 134.29 | 100% |
| 537 | 2013-07-07 07:06:48 | 120.67 | 97% |
| 374 | 2013-07-06 02:57:59 | 133.18 | 100% |