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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1441 | 2017-06-09 22:10:23 | 50.51 | 94% |
| 337 | 2017-04-27 17:01:39 | 58.67 | 92% |
| 168 | 2017-04-18 19:50:54 | 50.30 | 92% |