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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1212 | 2014-05-21 08:30:13 | 116.62 | 99% |
| 1124 | 2014-03-03 10:21:40 | 108.75 | 95% |
| 474 | 2012-09-29 04:20:56 | 97.28 | 91% |