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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1144 | 2014-04-26 19:49:23 | 74.69 | 94% |
| 1016 | 2014-04-10 06:49:22 | 79.34 | 96% |
| 574 | 2012-03-01 21:50:49 | 71.16 | 95% |