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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2602 | 2017-03-01 15:52:59 | 99.36 | 99% |
| 1135 | 2016-08-04 15:42:53 | 90.83 | 96% |
| 699 | 2016-06-17 19:45:36 | 89.01 | 99% |