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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1912 | 2015-06-19 12:05:18 | 87.43 | 95% |
| 868 | 2015-06-13 06:15:20 | 91.48 | 95% |
| 645 | 2015-06-13 01:36:11 | 74.45 | 88% |