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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 958 | 2015-04-23 13:05:50 | 55.67 | 89% |
| 891 | 2015-04-22 14:58:12 | 49.66 | 86% |
| 711 | 2015-03-07 01:23:11 | 58.10 | 92% |