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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1562 | 2015-12-14 22:53:55 | 47.98 | 88% |
| 1558 | 2015-12-14 22:46:39 | 46.96 | 89% |
| 1093 | 2015-09-09 21:00:24 | 43.64 | 94% |