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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 739 | 2016-12-12 01:09:38 | 90.21 | 95% |
| 652 | 2016-11-20 20:11:27 | 83.10 | 91% |
| 222 | 2016-03-06 22:38:54 | 78.65 | 92% |