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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2555 | 2017-04-14 19:14:53 | 78.93 | 97% |
| 1268 | 2016-11-16 14:22:28 | 73.32 | 97% |
| 835 | 2016-11-01 13:51:52 | 66.56 | 96% |
| 782 | 2016-10-27 16:59:45 | 67.91 | 97% |
| 360 | 2016-10-16 11:30:06 | 59.57 | 96% |
| 225 | 2016-10-13 21:11:26 | 59.66 | 96% |