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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 389 | 2016-08-08 06:31:56 | 142.66 | 100% |
| 215 | 2016-04-28 18:17:55 | 116.58 | 96% |
| 107 | 2015-12-16 18:35:39 | 113.53 | 96% |