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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 245 | 2016-12-21 18:07:02 | 106.49 | 97% |
| 136 | 2016-12-08 14:10:29 | 70.52 | 79% |
| 47 | 2015-05-21 21:58:46 | 75.83 | 91% |