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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 513 | 2014-05-27 19:48:25 | 112.38 | 99% |
| 505 | 2014-05-27 19:38:01 | 102.79 | 94% |
| 317 | 2014-05-24 14:49:40 | 109.65 | 98% |