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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 709 | 2013-12-13 17:12:43 | 68.99 | 92% |
| 441 | 2013-11-14 00:47:49 | 71.21 | 93% |
| 59 | 2013-11-02 06:02:15 | 67.75 | 91% |