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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1360 | 2014-04-10 16:09:48 | 110.43 | 99% |
| 779 | 2014-02-02 12:39:15 | 96.87 | 96% |
| 701 | 2014-01-31 11:30:02 | 97.02 | 97% |