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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1694 | 2015-04-03 14:45:32 | 104.97 | 98% |
| 550 | 2014-11-07 04:33:18 | 110.53 | 98% |
| 144 | 2014-09-30 02:25:55 | 105.08 | 99% |