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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1321 | 2017-09-17 14:06:58 | 74.34 | 96% |
| 210 | 2017-04-05 20:10:29 | 77.60 | 89% |
| 109 | 2017-03-24 20:49:57 | 63.10 | 85% |