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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2014-09-25 11:00:22 | 74.24 | 98% |
| 12 | 2014-07-14 12:24:05 | 57.63 | 95% |
| 8 | 2014-07-14 12:10:33 | 36.66 | 91% |