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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1069 | 2013-05-07 15:34:55 | 59.03 | 88% |
| 758 | 2013-04-10 19:57:02 | 66.21 | 94% |
| 574 | 2013-03-04 19:54:26 | 53.78 | 88% |