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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 581 | 2014-08-10 03:24:08 | 117.70 | 97% |
| 452 | 2014-07-24 19:28:14 | 113.38 | 98% |
| 125 | 2014-05-05 01:28:31 | 103.19 | 95% |