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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 551 | 2014-12-15 15:46:22 | 121.90 | 93% |
| 185 | 2013-11-06 21:17:49 | 128.37 | 98% |
| 128 | 2013-10-26 15:49:00 | 109.08 | 94% |