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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 735 | 2014-05-02 09:28:38 | 77.06 | 96% |
| 695 | 2014-01-06 11:39:09 | 74.89 | 95% |
| 543 | 2013-11-18 22:00:50 | 70.14 | 96% |