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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 661 | 2014-07-19 07:20:50 | 61.99 | 93% |
| 418 | 2014-06-13 08:24:25 | 65.06 | 97% |
| 411 | 2014-06-13 08:15:01 | 63.39 | 99% |
| 254 | 2014-06-11 05:58:48 | 55.91 | 96% |