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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 997 | 2014-01-28 23:20:00 | 76.16 | 96% |
| 830 | 2014-01-26 07:56:07 | 79.24 | 97% |
| 333 | 2014-01-01 09:23:25 | 65.71 | 95% |