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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1376 | 2017-08-25 02:15:13 | 87.90 | 98% |
| 800 | 2016-08-30 13:54:18 | 70.19 | 99% |
| 612 | 2016-08-28 12:29:21 | 78.42 | 98% |
| 337 | 2015-01-12 04:30:29 | 68.80 | 98% |