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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2112 | 2016-04-04 15:28:39 | 48.24 | 93% |
| 1699 | 2016-03-16 22:55:59 | 50.88 | 94% |
| 1271 | 2016-03-09 01:57:32 | 44.73 | 93% |
| 327 | 2016-02-25 12:03:54 | 35.49 | 95% |