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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 599 | 2014-04-30 07:53:23 | 88.03 | 97% |
| 376 | 2014-01-21 04:08:24 | 86.94 | 98% |
| 291 | 2014-01-08 08:22:20 | 86.63 | 98% |
| 126 | 2013-04-08 12:33:34 | 87.40 | 100% |