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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1009 | 2016-03-23 05:15:59 | 58.75 | 94% |
| 848 | 2016-03-17 21:44:34 | 59.58 | 93% |
| 591 | 2016-03-08 05:22:20 | 51.63 | 90% |