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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1380 | 2017-04-06 16:28:31 | 99.19 | 91% |
| 1099 | 2013-07-23 19:09:06 | 96.10 | 94% |
| 151 | 2012-09-30 13:15:42 | 57.91 | 88% |