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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 953 | 2015-07-08 16:49:30 | 61.22 | 91% |
| 850 | 2015-06-27 19:48:40 | 70.97 | 95% |
| 639 | 2015-06-14 17:07:38 | 65.93 | 92% |