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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1178 | 2016-10-16 04:34:30 | 64.44 | 97% |
| 926 | 2016-10-07 11:52:26 | 64.18 | 96% |
| 823 | 2016-10-05 07:14:41 | 57.89 | 93% |
| 550 | 2016-09-25 15:44:15 | 54.78 | 94% |