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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1960 | 2020-06-08 19:31:06 | 89.51 | 98% |
| 920 | 2013-09-13 02:03:13 | 89.24 | 98% |
| 425 | 2013-08-30 04:11:31 | 76.16 | 99% |