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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1041 | 2015-03-21 05:19:59 | 56.53 | 97% |
| 857 | 2014-04-07 19:24:52 | 55.55 | 94% |
| 412 | 2014-03-18 07:42:17 | 53.63 | 94% |