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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2120 | 2015-01-30 11:22:34 | 68.18 | 91% |
| 762 | 2013-12-29 12:39:59 | 63.04 | 90% |
| 308 | 2013-09-24 06:28:26 | 70.92 | 93% |