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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 570 | 2013-08-19 08:05:38 | 83.99 | 91% |
| 382 | 2013-07-07 02:02:05 | 81.31 | 94% |
| 7 | 2011-03-29 01:08:05 | 82.25 |