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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2731 | 2017-07-04 19:01:11 | 93.44 | 98% |
| 1106 | 2017-06-10 04:16:18 | 86.85 | 97% |
| 1100 | 2017-06-10 03:02:27 | 74.09 | 96% |
| 159 | 2017-05-26 18:20:22 | 84.86 | 96% |