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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1236 | 2015-02-11 16:52:50 | 43.84 | 96% |
| 1165 | 2015-02-10 03:28:49 | 41.04 | 95% |
| 768 | 2015-01-31 17:24:30 | 39.33 | 92% |