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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1392 | 2013-06-12 14:18:47 | 89.13 | 93% |
| 1304 | 2013-06-08 21:49:31 | 81.68 | 87% |
| 719 | 2013-05-16 08:19:08 | 88.74 | 93% |