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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 808 | 2012-08-29 19:50:27 | 74.86 | 95% |
| 409 | 2012-05-18 04:28:05 | 71.04 | 95% |
| 343 | 2012-05-02 04:37:56 | 75.96 | 94% |