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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1734 | 2017-04-06 17:04:08 | 104.33 | 91% |
| 1194 | 2017-01-04 23:04:13 | 120.57 | 97% |
| 456 | 2016-12-08 18:46:36 | 119.92 | 99% |
| 311 | 2016-12-08 01:06:08 | 111.57 | 94% |