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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 242 | 2013-11-05 23:38:29 | 53.04 | 93% |
| 213 | 2013-11-01 19:45:02 | 48.13 | 92% |
| 145 | 2013-10-29 05:48:55 | 49.91 | 99% |