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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1765 | 2016-12-19 07:53:21 | 72.71 | 94% |
| 599 | 2015-05-06 10:39:43 | 62.82 | 99% |
| 403 | 2015-04-20 15:22:43 | 58.31 | 96% |
| 276 | 2015-04-08 18:31:25 | 51.10 | 94% |