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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 852 | 2015-12-29 11:09:46 | 80.17 | 95% |
| 429 | 2012-02-06 07:36:17 | 81.80 | 97% |
| 243 | 2011-02-01 06:26:39 | 70.62 |