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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2016-03-12 15:51:27 | 111.18 | 97% |
| 791 | 2015-10-17 14:37:48 | 85.62 | 94% |
| 11 | 2015-09-20 22:56:48 | 78.64 | 97% |