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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2507 | 2017-09-08 18:10:29 | 76.22 | 97% |
| 1325 | 2016-09-29 20:22:52 | 69.30 | 95% |
| 1137 | 2016-08-26 00:32:42 | 57.53 | 89% |
| 522 | 2016-04-20 00:16:02 | 49.29 | 91% |