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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1712 | 2017-12-22 14:08:58 | 68.02 | 97% |
| 728 | 2017-09-29 20:49:40 | 63.32 | 97% |
| 649 | 2017-09-27 18:45:27 | 55.73 | 96% |