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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1163 | 2014-02-07 21:08:47 | 68.51 | 98% |
| 729 | 2013-12-24 18:21:09 | 65.15 | 99% |
| 638 | 2013-12-22 18:28:51 | 65.94 | 97% |