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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 533 | 2013-10-31 00:51:51 | 104.46 | 98% |
| 530 | 2013-10-31 00:48:17 | 104.70 | 97% |
| 52 | 2013-10-27 20:40:12 | 82.52 | 94% |