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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2417 | 2017-02-11 00:00:05 | 75.19 | 92% |
| 484 | 2016-12-27 05:55:14 | 53.94 | 88% |
| 332 | 2016-12-22 16:58:47 | 50.08 | 93% |