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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1290 | 2014-10-23 14:42:59 | 68.27 | 92% |
| 1074 | 2014-10-09 05:42:24 | 69.22 | 93% |
| 38 | 2014-07-14 21:17:45 | 60.86 | 94% |