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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2572 | 2016-10-05 08:57:44 | 76.10 | 94% |
| 2330 | 2016-08-21 19:07:04 | 82.76 | 97% |
| 1303 | 2015-08-02 06:12:07 | 68.05 | 93% |