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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1124 | 2016-08-03 19:05:30 | 130.80 | 86% |
| 529 | 2016-06-08 18:04:52 | 126.94 | 86% |
| 143 | 2014-10-31 23:28:22 | 48.61 | 95% |