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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 693 | 2016-12-27 08:21:02 | 95.15 | 91% |
| 674 | 2016-12-25 03:46:06 | 103.86 | 93% |
| 525 | 2016-12-14 21:56:52 | 100.26 | 92% |