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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1161 | 2015-11-27 10:09:10 | 66.91 | 95% |
| 1144 | 2015-11-25 08:03:18 | 54.92 | 89% |
| 1024 | 2015-11-12 08:37:58 | 56.32 | 91% |