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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 576 | 2014-10-19 16:11:40 | 68.95 | 99% |
| 338 | 2014-07-31 20:11:48 | 79.89 | 97% |
| 214 | 2014-07-18 20:23:55 | 88.14 | 100% |