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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2369 | 2016-04-01 23:46:39 | 100.66 | 94% |
| 566 | 2015-07-13 16:24:02 | 82.39 | 94% |
| 499 | 2015-07-12 18:22:11 | 80.79 | 97% |