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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2593 | 2017-02-14 20:22:31 | 73.84 | 87% |
| 1851 | 2017-02-04 20:36:36 | 89.91 | 93% |
| 1474 | 2017-01-17 02:08:38 | 95.70 | 93% |
| 71 | 2016-12-27 05:26:18 | 100.18 | 97% |