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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 431 | 2016-07-19 06:19:40 | 69.05 | 97% |
| 414 | 2016-07-15 06:42:18 | 73.98 | 97% |
| 305 | 2016-06-27 06:09:57 | 60.08 | 91% |