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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1099 | 2014-05-18 21:06:19 | 75.31 | 95% |
| 863 | 2014-05-16 20:05:00 | 58.70 | 91% |
| 142 | 2014-05-09 20:11:02 | 46.72 | 86% |