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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1371 | 2016-07-13 20:11:39 | 50.98 | 92% |
| 711 | 2015-09-24 18:06:07 | 52.15 | 93% |
| 593 | 2015-09-15 14:20:16 | 52.32 | 93% |
| 538 | 2015-09-10 18:45:18 | 47.09 | 93% |