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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1092 | 2015-09-11 17:37:31 | 69.42 | 93% |
| 772 | 2015-08-25 16:06:38 | 69.50 | 93% |
| 568 | 2015-08-17 17:06:02 | 64.62 | 93% |