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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 364 | 2015-12-19 17:59:22 | 71.66 | 95% |
| 216 | 2015-01-09 09:46:07 | 55.38 | 90% |
| 106 | 2014-12-25 06:40:52 | 66.24 | 96% |