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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 727 | 2016-08-11 02:06:25 | 75.29 | 94% |
| 382 | 2016-08-05 17:45:03 | 56.81 | 95% |
| 155 | 2016-08-03 16:42:22 | 60.23 | 94% |