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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1816 | 2016-05-24 17:46:36 | 54.91 | 94% |
| 1747 | 2016-05-12 15:10:35 | 48.75 | 91% |
| 1114 | 2015-12-19 17:18:38 | 43.05 | 93% |