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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 541 | 2017-01-01 23:04:39 | 110.81 | 87% |
| 489 | 2016-12-30 18:01:28 | 103.42 | 86% |
| 325 | 2016-12-17 18:50:26 | 115.84 | 92% |
| 284 | 2016-10-30 19:30:38 | 98.63 | 87% |