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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1047 | 2015-02-28 16:44:11 | 77.69 | 94% |
| 1032 | 2015-02-28 16:21:03 | 85.29 | 96% |
| 1016 | 2015-02-28 15:11:09 | 74.80 | 96% |