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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 871 | 2015-04-10 14:27:09 | 111.70 | 99% |
| 586 | 2013-02-21 03:27:01 | 107.90 | 97% |
| 330 | 2013-01-24 03:33:04 | 102.53 | 97% |