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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1094 | 2017-12-29 00:23:08 | 127.74 | 98% |
| 947 | 2015-03-04 01:22:33 | 102.85 | 92% |
| 556 | 2009-10-19 00:36:46 | 120.56 | |
| 166 | 2009-09-23 02:08:56 | 126.90 |