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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 826 | 2016-04-27 19:35:56 | 55.12 | 94% |
| 821 | 2016-04-27 19:25:38 | 43.11 | 86% |
| 530 | 2015-09-19 13:07:22 | 56.84 | 95% |