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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 719 | 2015-09-20 02:40:20 | 72.84 | 96% |
| 411 | 2013-06-05 05:05:53 | 73.53 | 96% |
| 143 | 2013-05-19 01:27:18 | 67.89 | 94% |