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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1253 | 2014-07-04 03:15:14 | 81.60 | 94% |
| 796 | 2011-09-30 04:25:55 | 72.01 | 94% |
| 605 | 2011-09-27 03:22:18 | 73.64 | 94% |
| 424 | 2011-09-23 05:41:48 | 77.08 | 96% |