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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 582 | 2014-01-11 12:00:01 | 112.32 | 98% |
| 392 | 2014-01-05 12:03:13 | 115.41 | 100% |
| 90 | 2013-12-10 12:40:24 | 87.28 | 97% |