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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2013-08-24 18:47:18 | 109.75 | 93% |
| 859 | 2013-04-17 16:58:09 | 119.96 | 96% |
| 631 | 2012-01-14 20:46:11 | 57.77 | 93% |