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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1132 | 2013-11-01 08:19:28 | 76.09 | 97% |
| 519 | 2013-09-04 05:04:53 | 75.61 | 95% |
| 450 | 2013-08-22 13:11:34 | 68.60 | 95% |
| 435 | 2013-08-20 03:27:01 | 71.59 | 97% |