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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6510 | 2017-07-14 18:26:07 | 168.17 | 98% |
| 4388 | 2017-05-19 20:53:03 | 180.27 | 99% |
| 4387 | 2017-05-19 20:52:30 | 146.22 | 88% |