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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2085 | 2016-05-15 07:52:47 | 96.54 | 98% |
| 2048 | 2016-05-08 10:49:35 | 86.23 | 93% |
| 1145 | 2016-03-19 14:59:56 | 88.30 | 96% |