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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1373 | 2017-07-21 19:30:47 | 47.29 | 95% |
| 706 | 2017-06-12 18:21:31 | 45.35 | 96% |
| 362 | 2017-05-22 14:36:06 | 41.53 | 87% |