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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 521 | 2016-04-26 14:45:20 | 75.61 | 97% |
| 391 | 2013-09-30 09:33:19 | 74.73 | 98% |
| 337 | 2012-08-29 23:25:24 | 64.28 | 93% |