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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3377 | 2018-02-04 23:08:11 | 66.57 | 97% |
| 2897 | 2017-08-03 05:25:34 | 68.56 | 98% |
| 994 | 2016-12-06 03:26:08 | 59.88 | 98% |