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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2366 | 2018-02-25 23:36:13 | 114.25 | 99% |
| 1995 | 2018-02-07 21:38:42 | 120.94 | 99% |
| 97 | 2014-01-11 14:49:36 | 115.60 | 97% |