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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1062 | 2016-11-11 12:42:55 | 66.53 | 96% |
| 610 | 2016-09-24 12:27:29 | 67.05 | 96% |
| 558 | 2016-09-12 17:33:12 | 52.04 | 91% |
| 327 | 2016-06-29 13:43:03 | 56.91 | 94% |