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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 654 | 2013-07-08 17:03:49 | 66.96 | 94% |
| 269 | 2013-05-23 03:48:20 | 69.71 | 93% |
| 89 | 2013-04-25 02:25:58 | 65.22 | 95% |