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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 856 | 2017-02-25 01:43:03 | 90.94 | 95% |
| 533 | 2017-02-03 10:33:42 | 104.65 | 98% |
| 337 | 2017-01-29 06:31:23 | 95.20 | 94% |