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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1772 | 2015-03-29 13:37:46 | 55.78 | 94% |
| 637 | 2012-01-03 12:20:26 | 61.23 | 91% |
| 26 | 2011-11-24 22:54:43 | 55.02 | 91% |