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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1868 | 2016-03-31 20:48:30 | 64.61 | 94% |
| 950 | 2016-03-16 22:55:46 | 64.82 | 98% |
| 713 | 2016-03-16 01:49:29 | 68.44 | 97% |
| 633 | 2016-03-15 00:27:52 | 58.26 | 94% |