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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1001 | 2014-01-02 21:18:32 | 74.11 | 94% |
| 985 | 2014-01-02 14:53:40 | 77.31 | 94% |
| 609 | 2013-11-28 21:56:50 | 72.77 | 95% |