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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 486 | 2017-04-06 17:03:58 | 154.64 | 97% |
| 200 | 2014-05-30 08:23:10 | 141.37 | 97% |
| 79 | 2013-11-01 20:27:44 | 153.45 | 96% |