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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1368 | 2013-07-25 07:35:19 | 82.89 | 94% |
| 1010 | 2013-06-10 16:20:46 | 65.99 | 90% |
| 936 | 2013-06-06 18:30:35 | 73.67 | 94% |
| 905 | 2013-06-02 17:35:25 | 71.38 | 94% |