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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 548 | 2016-05-26 02:14:39 | 99.84 | 96% |
| 503 | 2016-05-19 03:12:17 | 101.86 | 98% |
| 467 | 2016-05-14 04:16:07 | 81.08 | 91% |