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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 751 | 2015-06-26 14:15:08 | 95.12 | 97% |
| 578 | 2015-02-26 09:25:02 | 74.39 | 95% |
| 443 | 2014-04-30 18:24:05 | 83.82 | 97% |