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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 723 | 2014-04-03 08:35:36 | 101.32 | 94% |
| 613 | 2014-03-27 10:02:39 | 93.15 | 95% |
| 203 | 2014-01-17 10:01:18 | 93.07 | 96% |