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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1316 | 2014-08-25 20:48:52 | 61.57 | 96% |
| 532 | 2011-06-02 23:09:07 | 62.48 | 93% |
| 171 | 2011-05-17 14:25:45 | 67.10 | 99% |