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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2702 | 2015-05-13 08:32:30 | 60.83 | 99% |
| 2322 | 2014-07-10 09:38:39 | 61.39 | 100% |
| 1397 | 2013-02-19 10:10:12 | 42.10 | 94% |