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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1201 | 2015-07-21 17:41:28 | 58.64 | 95% |
| 1104 | 2015-07-14 20:48:15 | 60.51 | 99% |
| 741 | 2015-06-23 20:49:47 | 54.41 | 96% |