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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 577 | 2015-12-22 16:21:16 | 116.37 | 98% |
| 123 | 2015-11-19 00:04:27 | 108.15 | 99% |
| 118 | 2015-11-09 12:58:22 | 112.67 | 98% |