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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 896 | 2017-03-17 01:49:07 | 97.45 | 95% |
| 132 | 2016-11-21 01:02:00 | 97.63 | 96% |
| 80 | 2016-10-11 07:01:27 | 95.49 | 95% |