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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 286 | 2016-08-05 06:35:12 | 78.64 | 97% |
| 257 | 2016-08-03 15:43:27 | 83.24 | 96% |
| 100 | 2016-07-29 06:19:42 | 80.62 | 96% |