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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1228 | 2017-01-09 06:13:11 | 55.17 | 94% |
| 1159 | 2016-12-02 10:08:11 | 60.29 | 96% |
| 937 | 2016-10-25 09:12:29 | 57.11 | 95% |