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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3042 | 2016-08-25 14:52:09 | 123.00 | 95% |
| 1149 | 2016-06-01 14:08:35 | 110.04 | 94% |
| 119 | 2015-07-25 18:35:33 | 98.56 | 94% |