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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1043 | 2017-06-25 14:48:51 | 84.82 | 97% |
| 706 | 2017-06-08 22:04:50 | 85.58 | 97% |
| 544 | 2017-05-26 03:58:04 | 81.23 | 95% |