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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2432 | 2017-01-13 00:26:56 | 84.26 | 97% |
| 2360 | 2017-01-08 21:23:38 | 68.36 | 94% |
| 949 | 2016-08-11 00:43:43 | 59.83 | 85% |
| 181 | 2016-07-09 19:21:44 | 59.80 | 92% |