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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 641 | 2015-01-01 20:52:26 | 146.84 | 100% |
| 338 | 2014-07-06 11:37:01 | 140.07 | 99% |
| 279 | 2014-07-04 12:19:28 | 122.13 | 97% |