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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 662 | 2016-04-06 03:59:08 | 106.38 | 93% |
| 99 | 2016-03-03 02:36:09 | 114.88 | 93% |
| 29 | 2016-03-02 17:27:01 | 106.67 | 91% |