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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1128 | 2015-06-02 21:54:00 | 88.70 | 98% |
| 1093 | 2015-05-31 12:12:23 | 84.68 | 99% |
| 755 | 2015-05-08 23:04:11 | 70.35 | 96% |