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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 364 | 2016-03-01 06:09:25 | 86.63 | 96% |
| 275 | 2016-02-12 07:33:04 | 77.84 | 95% |
| 268 | 2016-02-12 06:25:14 | 88.56 | 98% |
| 108 | 2016-02-04 08:50:15 | 81.60 | 95% |