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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1181 | 2014-03-06 21:20:18 | 60.73 | 97% |
| 1176 | 2014-03-06 21:13:51 | 56.42 | 94% |
| 1147 | 2014-03-05 16:42:48 | 59.47 | 96% |