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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2062 | 2016-02-18 18:31:49 | 74.98 | 97% |
| 1847 | 2015-10-12 17:37:26 | 62.07 | 90% |
| 1613 | 2015-09-25 22:35:00 | 57.51 | 90% |