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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2552 | 2014-11-01 21:39:04 | 89.47 | 94% |
| 2458 | 2014-09-16 01:29:20 | 82.75 | 91% |
| 2402 | 2014-09-06 21:48:07 | 90.37 | 94% |