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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1214 | 2014-02-04 12:49:10 | 44.41 | 96% |
| 572 | 2014-01-08 08:02:55 | 41.42 | 97% |
| 373 | 2014-01-03 11:00:23 | 32.30 | 93% |