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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 698 | 2015-01-22 13:50:05 | 59.47 | 97% |
| 603 | 2015-01-07 10:34:23 | 54.62 | 91% |
| 593 | 2015-01-07 10:21:25 | 55.61 | 92% |