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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1321 | 2013-03-15 00:10:15 | 75.47 | 99% |
| 755 | 2013-02-23 02:17:41 | 70.96 | 93% |
| 589 | 2013-02-19 01:54:24 | 60.96 | 97% |