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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 937 | 2014-08-09 16:15:27 | 33.88 | 93% |
| 714 | 2013-09-19 21:07:14 | 40.81 | 88% |
| 586 | 2013-09-12 21:27:53 | 50.03 | 94% |