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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1481 | 2016-04-23 22:01:02 | 54.76 | 91% |
| 1243 | 2015-06-24 15:53:03 | 58.89 | 92% |
| 177 | 2014-08-09 01:55:21 | 42.82 | 88% |