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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 764 | 2021-03-09 01:05:12 | 75.36 | 98% |
| 529 | 2013-11-12 23:12:40 | 67.07 | 96% |
| 183 | 2012-11-25 07:37:33 | 46.57 | 91% |
| 114 | 2012-11-17 14:50:16 | 53.30 | 95% |