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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 435 | 2013-09-06 21:53:21 | 61.81 | 94% |
| 393 | 2013-08-31 18:42:07 | 63.39 | 91% |
| 101 | 2013-08-14 14:59:47 | 65.49 | 95% |