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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 940 | 2014-09-24 04:56:57 | 108.25 | 98% |
| 465 | 2014-09-17 02:31:22 | 89.08 | 95% |
| 282 | 2014-09-10 07:44:30 | 88.17 | 88% |