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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2819 | 2018-06-03 21:44:12 | 42.84 | 97% |
| 2081 | 2015-12-21 21:20:13 | 71.17 | 95% |
| 1090 | 2015-01-03 02:08:23 | 78.01 | 96% |
| 973 | 2014-12-18 19:16:46 | 84.02 | 96% |