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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3523 | 2017-10-18 07:16:29 | 89.91 | 99% |
| 1978 | 2017-07-05 15:15:08 | 80.32 | 98% |
| 712 | 2016-08-19 09:45:48 | 70.91 | 95% |