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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 172 | 2014-02-28 02:23:37 | 111.93 | 98% |
| 102 | 2014-02-06 03:26:23 | 96.49 | 95% |
| 11 | 2014-01-19 21:09:32 | 88.68 | 92% |