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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2300 | 2015-03-02 16:48:05 | 106.49 | 92% |
| 1538 | 2013-11-21 07:54:35 | 111.81 | 94% |
| 1440 | 2013-07-10 09:56:00 | 101.52 | 91% |