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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 979 | 2016-10-31 14:10:00 | 75.18 | 95% |
| 262 | 2013-04-30 05:45:01 | 64.09 | 92% |
| 247 | 2013-04-03 06:47:34 | 63.63 | 93% |