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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2399 | 2016-11-22 20:30:50 | 49.67 | 93% |
| 1115 | 2016-10-29 21:20:35 | 44.77 | 94% |
| 817 | 2016-10-27 22:48:47 | 52.13 | 97% |