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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 430 | 2013-12-08 12:02:00 | 75.12 | 92% |
| 307 | 2013-12-05 23:01:14 | 64.81 | 93% |
| 167 | 2013-11-24 14:02:04 | 62.05 | 92% |