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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1389 | 2016-08-25 17:53:37 | 68.52 | 92% |
| 844 | 2016-08-17 04:22:09 | 63.71 | 92% |
| 211 | 2015-07-04 04:18:26 | 40.92 | 85% |