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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 207 | 2017-05-27 15:25:16 | 83.75 | 95% |
| 34 | 2013-04-06 18:55:20 | 70.83 | 88% |
| 6 | 2013-03-31 01:23:04 | 72.72 | 90% |