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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 991 | 2015-11-10 10:34:49 | 71.61 | 92% |
| 857 | 2015-10-06 05:46:41 | 62.64 | 89% |
| 602 | 2015-08-30 07:53:48 | 71.51 | 95% |