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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 520 | 2014-08-15 10:02:42 | 54.67 | 94% |
| 396 | 2013-09-21 23:17:41 | 59.54 | 95% |
| 228 | 2013-04-19 17:43:27 | 51.76 | 94% |