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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 997 | 2017-01-08 18:51:54 | 59.05 | 91% |
| 661 | 2014-07-13 21:51:09 | 63.55 | 94% |
| 650 | 2014-06-28 03:55:35 | 48.87 | 92% |
| 10 | 2013-11-26 02:25:37 | 46.65 | 85% |