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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 949 | 2016-03-20 14:53:11 | 61.77 | 90% |
| 510 | 2016-03-14 00:21:29 | 46.97 | 82% |
| 480 | 2016-03-12 22:33:31 | 57.36 | 90% |
| 402 | 2016-03-12 19:27:49 | 56.72 | 89% |