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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 218 | 2014-10-08 13:22:58 | 74.12 | 97% |
| 117 | 2014-10-02 11:26:14 | 58.95 | 93% |
| 33 | 2014-09-26 11:35:29 | 58.19 | 94% |