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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1126 | 2015-03-24 22:16:14 | 70.26 | 94% |
| 1006 | 2014-12-20 22:39:56 | 75.37 | 95% |
| 732 | 2014-08-26 03:07:16 | 74.63 | 96% |