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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1154 | 2013-01-03 15:53:16 | 98.75 | 95% |
| 900 | 2012-12-12 18:30:28 | 111.58 | 98% |
| 792 | 2012-12-06 21:33:19 | 100.03 | 96% |