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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1006 | 2015-12-22 01:35:45 | 86.90 | 87% |
| 215 | 2014-02-14 00:05:50 | 92.46 | 95% |
| 97 | 2014-02-07 22:43:11 | 92.51 | 97% |