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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1341 | 2015-05-04 17:07:30 | 75.19 | 97% |
| 1034 | 2014-10-22 23:17:24 | 60.97 | 93% |
| 678 | 2014-04-08 18:26:22 | 53.52 | 94% |
| 568 | 2014-02-28 19:16:11 | 57.70 | 94% |
| 27 | 2014-01-22 10:39:41 | 46.43 | 93% |