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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1771 | 2017-02-13 01:11:15 | 96.19 | 90% |
| 1550 | 2017-01-07 16:34:17 | 98.42 | 91% |
| 591 | 2016-08-14 14:10:48 | 79.02 | 90% |