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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1033 | 2015-06-05 00:27:46 | 61.98 | 94% |
| 659 | 2013-08-18 17:06:03 | 40.18 | 85% |
| 305 | 2013-06-07 16:51:41 | 41.51 | 86% |