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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2260 | 2013-11-12 03:02:46 | 86.41 | 99% |
| 1627 | 2013-04-01 00:16:15 | 77.48 | 96% |
| 1328 | 2013-03-25 04:07:31 | 76.29 | 97% |