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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2365 | 2017-05-12 06:31:14 | 82.68 | 97% |
| 1454 | 2016-08-02 15:12:59 | 68.32 | 92% |
| 838 | 2016-05-10 19:35:05 | 64.18 | 94% |
| 129 | 2016-04-01 12:01:10 | 52.52 | 88% |