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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1396 | 2017-08-07 15:43:35 | 69.63 | 96% |
| 1323 | 2017-07-04 12:55:33 | 61.94 | 95% |
| 211 | 2017-01-10 05:48:31 | 53.64 | 87% |