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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2144 | 2016-06-25 11:17:44 | 79.59 | 96% |
| 1922 | 2016-04-13 08:06:00 | 95.42 | 99% |
| 370 | 2014-02-10 11:09:17 | 69.68 | 93% |
| 56 | 2013-11-30 09:38:32 | 55.14 | 90% |