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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 568 | 2016-11-07 18:37:53 | 64.54 | 86% |
| 445 | 2016-11-04 21:45:17 | 84.86 | 95% |
| 184 | 2016-10-09 21:32:30 | 72.93 | 93% |