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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 869 | 2016-03-22 21:10:06 | 69.70 | 84% |
| 683 | 2016-03-16 19:51:16 | 80.75 | 86% |
| 429 | 2016-03-09 01:51:05 | 61.73 | 84% |
| 254 | 2015-12-17 15:42:40 | 65.58 | 83% |