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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1058 | 2015-08-07 21:04:57 | 51.49 | 95% |
| 533 | 2015-07-09 23:39:01 | 43.74 | 92% |
| 434 | 2014-08-27 13:04:39 | 48.27 | 94% |