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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 457 | 2015-04-17 09:46:00 | 86.94 | 96% |
| 250 | 2015-02-28 08:17:30 | 81.65 | 96% |
| 9 | 2014-12-20 06:51:14 | 72.54 | 93% |