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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 507 | 2016-02-26 13:15:55 | 75.78 | 92% |
| 216 | 2016-02-15 14:01:27 | 69.03 | 91% |
| 55 | 2016-02-01 17:58:38 | 68.60 | 94% |