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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 470 | 2016-01-16 21:12:31 | 107.04 | 100% |
| 391 | 2015-06-09 15:42:15 | 86.86 | 98% |
| 384 | 2015-06-01 02:18:56 | 80.00 | 96% |