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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1013 | 2015-03-27 21:06:50 | 64.59 | 87% |
| 945 | 2015-03-20 21:19:14 | 72.79 | 89% |
| 462 | 2014-12-04 11:56:34 | 76.20 | 90% |