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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 849 | 2015-09-14 13:25:20 | 94.59 | 91% |
| 810 | 2015-08-10 17:51:25 | 94.10 | 93% |
| 666 | 2015-06-02 18:38:47 | 93.85 | 94% |