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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 917 | 2016-06-03 04:13:45 | 72.18 | 97% |
| 134 | 2016-05-11 18:27:06 | 49.89 | 93% |
| 38 | 2016-05-09 23:40:17 | 41.68 | 88% |