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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1870 | 2017-10-31 13:06:05 | 68.84 | 95% |
| 699 | 2016-03-26 07:52:06 | 75.82 | 93% |
| 8 | 2015-12-01 20:40:42 | 52.47 | 84% |