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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1176 | 2014-10-08 16:16:01 | 82.10 | 94% |
| 921 | 2014-01-06 20:21:09 | 72.58 | 90% |
| 438 | 2012-04-29 17:14:55 | 72.25 | 92% |
| 167 | 2012-01-14 09:36:31 | 72.75 | 92% |