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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 366 | 2016-04-21 16:28:08 | 86.55 | 94% |
| 317 | 2016-04-19 01:31:50 | 88.30 | 95% |
| 121 | 2016-03-14 17:48:21 | 82.08 | 95% |