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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2736 | 2018-02-26 22:39:33 | 105.99 | 97% |
| 1988 | 2018-02-02 01:09:20 | 125.98 | 99% |
| 502 | 2017-11-06 21:33:17 | 110.53 | 97% |