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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2078 | 2015-03-05 04:15:09 | 85.86 | 99% |
| 1944 | 2015-03-04 11:29:04 | 78.76 | 97% |
| 170 | 2010-08-26 11:48:09 | 40.95 |