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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 515 | 2016-04-03 11:44:19 | 79.62 | 96% |
| 387 | 2015-01-21 13:19:49 | 80.29 | 93% |
| 240 | 2015-01-08 15:23:54 | 84.46 | 97% |