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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1882 | 2016-06-13 07:45:28 | 72.85 | 99% |
| 1041 | 2015-05-08 13:47:49 | 56.51 | 96% |
| 706 | 2015-04-21 12:03:31 | 46.80 | 94% |
| 577 | 2015-04-17 13:52:56 | 57.62 | 97% |