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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1569 | 2016-02-26 12:46:46 | 55.59 | 95% |
| 870 | 2015-11-12 13:40:08 | 59.02 | 97% |
| 683 | 2015-10-31 20:52:53 | 60.01 | 96% |
| 199 | 2015-10-07 19:34:15 | 52.09 | 97% |