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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 755 | 2015-01-25 20:18:05 | 72.60 | 91% |
| 397 | 2015-01-02 02:18:41 | 52.98 | 91% |
| 159 | 2014-12-26 00:37:46 | 45.54 | 91% |