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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4350 | 2016-05-13 14:21:07 | 60.40 | 97% |
| 3474 | 2016-04-05 08:41:09 | 63.35 | 97% |
| 1722 | 2016-02-07 06:05:15 | 45.33 | 87% |
| 1336 | 2016-01-30 05:48:50 | 50.80 | 90% |