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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 504 | 2015-05-02 04:01:19 | 57.52 | 95% |
| 449 | 2015-04-29 03:22:42 | 67.15 | 94% |
| 347 | 2015-04-21 02:55:16 | 62.68 | 95% |