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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1193 | 2016-12-04 05:35:51 | 89.50 | 97% |
| 889 | 2014-07-06 06:52:04 | 64.63 | 88% |
| 285 | 2013-11-28 22:31:04 | 77.88 | 93% |