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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1244 | 2016-08-19 10:27:05 | 64.07 | 93% |
| 1156 | 2016-08-11 10:38:04 | 70.06 | 95% |
| 913 | 2016-08-04 12:11:37 | 73.37 | 99% |
| 709 | 2016-08-01 10:42:45 | 61.50 | 90% |
| 682 | 2016-07-30 11:35:39 | 60.60 | 90% |