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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 291 | 2016-05-29 22:52:25 | 96.43 | 91% |
| 175 | 2015-12-29 10:14:26 | 97.73 | 93% |
| 155 | 2015-12-09 09:46:53 | 104.13 | 96% |