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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 552 | 2017-02-24 22:25:27 | 101.15 | 97% |
| 325 | 2015-12-10 04:15:13 | 99.52 | 96% |
| 83 | 2015-12-07 17:19:13 | 98.96 | 99% |