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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 990 | 2014-01-20 21:45:45 | 105.05 | 80% |
| 863 | 2014-01-13 08:18:13 | 103.38 | 85% |
| 357 | 2013-12-30 05:58:51 | 98.59 | 84% |