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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 925 | 2013-10-18 15:21:23 | 75.77 | 97% |
| 390 | 2013-09-17 06:59:14 | 63.05 | 95% |
| 316 | 2013-09-17 04:09:41 | 57.65 | 93% |