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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 982 | 2017-05-26 05:02:23 | 147.75 | 99% |
| 602 | 2015-06-19 06:34:55 | 141.74 | 100% |
| 119 | 2014-08-27 15:44:32 | 125.65 | 94% |