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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1080 | 2015-03-18 15:16:45 | 108.56 | 98% |
| 871 | 2014-05-22 14:25:56 | 83.76 | 92% |
| 847 | 2014-05-22 13:49:04 | 107.62 | 97% |