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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1548 | 2016-12-13 16:16:18 | 101.09 | 100% |
| 168 | 2014-03-06 10:52:33 | 91.25 | 98% |
| 142 | 2014-03-06 07:31:12 | 83.27 | 94% |
| 109 | 2014-03-05 15:01:06 | 81.64 | 96% |