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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 794 | 2013-10-05 16:16:07 | 70.48 | 97% |
| 503 | 2013-09-09 14:47:02 | 71.37 | 98% |
| 6 | 2013-02-06 19:45:33 | 62.64 | 94% |