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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 124 | 2014-06-16 08:31:34 | 53.97 | 95% |
| 106 | 2014-06-13 06:14:10 | 56.30 | 96% |
| 70 | 2014-06-09 10:14:12 | 52.29 | 92% |