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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 714 | 2016-05-05 14:50:31 | 76.66 | 91% |
| 612 | 2016-04-18 19:56:54 | 76.21 | 89% |
| 62 | 2016-03-18 15:15:38 | 76.88 | 94% |