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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3467 | 2016-01-03 04:57:31 | 154.07 | 100% |
| 2243 | 2015-04-12 10:00:15 | 146.69 | 97% |
| 261 | 2013-10-04 11:43:34 | 126.30 | 95% |