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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3035 | 2014-10-28 06:57:41 | 69.56 | 92% |
| 2655 | 2014-09-22 22:01:41 | 74.65 | 92% |
| 1117 | 2014-05-01 23:15:52 | 70.48 | 95% |