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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1030 | 2016-05-12 18:56:09 | 84.33 | 92% |
| 678 | 2016-01-15 19:32:53 | 88.88 | 95% |
| 677 | 2016-01-15 19:32:03 | 89.42 | 96% |