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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1126 | 2016-01-11 04:08:38 | 104.23 | 95% |
| 805 | 2015-12-31 04:54:29 | 104.92 | 97% |
| 325 | 2015-12-27 03:02:47 | 94.96 | 96% |