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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1657 | 2017-07-29 08:22:01 | 83.71 | 97% |
| 1639 | 2017-07-29 06:29:58 | 90.11 | 99% |
| 366 | 2017-05-04 10:36:42 | 68.98 | 96% |