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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2213 | 2016-06-18 20:54:59 | 58.96 | 92% |
| 1400 | 2015-08-19 21:43:50 | 60.76 | 95% |
| 1298 | 2015-08-06 13:51:13 | 65.76 | 97% |
| 470 | 2015-02-21 23:24:14 | 51.76 | 96% |