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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1901 | 2017-06-16 23:57:22 | 107.81 | 98% |
| 1652 | 2017-06-12 04:36:11 | 98.20 | 99% |
| 1077 | 2017-06-01 17:33:06 | 94.90 | 96% |