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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 338 | 2017-02-01 20:24:14 | 64.27 | 90% |
| 207 | 2017-01-18 19:59:32 | 72.55 | 93% |
| 18 | 2016-02-03 18:48:56 | 42.51 | 89% |