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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1193 | 2016-01-19 20:28:03 | 79.75 | 98% |
| 1177 | 2016-01-11 16:12:36 | 73.08 | 97% |
| 753 | 2015-07-09 04:55:47 | 68.85 | 93% |