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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 724 | 2014-03-09 18:39:09 | 58.81 | 99% |
| 668 | 2014-03-08 09:07:19 | 51.00 | 95% |
| 600 | 2014-03-08 06:34:03 | 52.47 | 96% |