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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 311 | 2014-03-21 16:02:16 | 67.57 | 97% |
| 260 | 2014-03-17 08:39:54 | 57.95 | 93% |
| 176 | 2014-03-12 16:10:23 | 45.17 | 93% |