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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2108 | 2016-09-28 20:40:48 | 97.08 | 97% |
| 1521 | 2015-10-20 13:18:32 | 86.40 | 99% |
| 472 | 2015-02-28 01:37:50 | 84.63 | 100% |
| 400 | 2015-02-25 01:40:25 | 80.16 | 97% |