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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 598 | 2014-01-09 18:31:38 | 138.17 | 99% |
| 560 | 2012-07-13 19:15:23 | 116.28 | 97% |
| 291 | 2010-04-22 19:18:33 | 116.53 |