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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3314 | 2018-03-19 02:21:58 | 54.07 | 97% |
| 1873 | 2017-06-18 18:56:00 | 44.05 | 95% |
| 996 | 2016-09-25 18:39:00 | 37.85 | 92% |