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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 888 | 2013-01-05 15:18:54 | 74.78 | 89% |
| 614 | 2012-11-30 17:14:38 | 92.27 | 96% |
| 14 | 2012-10-21 08:09:50 | 64.99 | 88% |