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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1491 | 2016-05-01 11:53:39 | 107.36 | 95% |
| 1403 | 2016-01-16 12:25:20 | 119.66 | 99% |
| 430 | 2012-06-25 07:54:23 | 119.11 | 100% |