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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1078 | 2016-09-20 01:04:59 | 54.80 | 92% |
| 862 | 2016-09-11 10:05:18 | 58.27 | 88% |
| 206 | 2016-08-11 02:06:41 | 54.34 | 89% |