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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1450 | 2017-04-05 10:02:43 | 77.20 | 97% |
| 828 | 2015-02-23 13:00:58 | 75.21 | 96% |
| 816 | 2015-02-23 12:42:22 | 75.67 | 97% |
| 302 | 2011-06-19 15:57:02 | 61.62 | 93% |