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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1646 | 2015-04-07 14:14:54 | 98.68 | 96% |
| 1142 | 2015-03-27 08:07:36 | 103.46 | 97% |
| 389 | 2015-03-07 07:47:58 | 89.12 | 91% |