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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 819 | 2016-12-27 08:21:02 | 95.05 | 94% |
| 441 | 2016-06-15 13:54:14 | 103.73 | 98% |
| 283 | 2016-06-06 13:57:46 | 93.80 | 99% |