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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 550 | 2014-02-15 16:53:04 | 100.55 | 95% |
| 269 | 2012-08-25 20:26:54 | 87.99 | 94% |
| 154 | 2012-08-20 19:53:04 | 75.61 | 88% |
| 82 | 2012-08-18 21:11:49 | 82.08 | 95% |