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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1377 | 2016-07-10 22:09:52 | 65.33 | 96% |
| 968 | 2016-05-02 17:32:49 | 57.51 | 94% |
| 846 | 2016-04-24 18:16:41 | 59.46 | 94% |
| 192 | 2016-03-23 10:26:42 | 55.67 | 95% |