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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 644 | 2015-03-13 12:34:38 | 48.99 | 94% |
| 611 | 2015-03-13 08:28:39 | 44.20 | 93% |
| 356 | 2015-02-20 11:28:39 | 42.61 | 94% |