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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1151 | 2013-04-25 23:32:27 | 57.71 | 96% |
| 682 | 2012-10-05 22:50:01 | 42.27 | 94% |
| 500 | 2012-10-02 07:55:49 | 42.00 | 92% |