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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3231 | 2018-01-18 07:20:35 | 90.16 | 96% |
| 864 | 2016-12-26 16:39:59 | 77.66 | 87% |
| 297 | 2016-10-13 01:18:22 | 79.70 | 92% |