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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 607 | 2014-03-28 07:38:41 | 94.73 | 97% |
| 577 | 2014-03-26 10:22:14 | 92.50 | 98% |
| 30 | 2014-02-15 04:11:05 | 91.38 | 99% |