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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 730 | 2013-02-03 19:35:33 | 131.22 | 97% |
| 596 | 2013-02-03 11:00:34 | 125.86 | 98% |
| 5 | 2013-02-02 05:58:14 | 131.86 | 98% |