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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 974 | 2017-11-27 18:00:19 | 86.72 | 98% |
| 690 | 2017-06-16 23:57:40 | 68.46 | 96% |
| 437 | 2017-03-01 18:06:28 | 69.03 | 91% |