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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 973 | 2016-02-11 14:58:11 | 79.12 | 94% |
| 817 | 2016-02-02 22:21:51 | 80.70 | 96% |
| 733 | 2016-01-31 14:37:49 | 88.15 | 99% |