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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2402 | 2018-08-09 20:59:58 | 80.57 | 97% |
| 1714 | 2018-07-23 02:36:58 | 85.18 | 98% |
| 1405 | 2018-07-16 20:03:17 | 76.12 | 96% |