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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4856 | 2018-02-09 05:54:30 | 141.44 | 96% |
| 3223 | 2018-01-15 22:32:39 | 137.93 | 95% |
| 2312 | 2018-01-05 01:15:01 | 147.82 | 98% |