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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3732 | 2017-04-06 09:30:53 | 58.20 | 94% |
| 2064 | 2016-04-09 08:14:03 | 61.73 | 99% |
| 1832 | 2016-03-08 10:05:41 | 63.11 | 98% |
| 1246 | 2015-12-26 09:08:53 | 47.60 | 92% |