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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1464 | 2016-07-03 05:24:44 | 71.78 | 96% |
| 1408 | 2016-03-09 06:03:41 | 63.27 | 93% |
| 906 | 2014-06-16 07:07:50 | 47.42 | 96% |
| 897 | 2014-06-15 19:30:19 | 50.23 | 94% |