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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 670 | 2017-05-25 04:33:40 | 105.23 | 90% |
| 482 | 2016-03-11 13:28:59 | 117.89 | 94% |
| 446 | 2016-01-20 11:37:34 | 113.93 | 93% |
| 120 | 2015-05-09 03:07:03 | 105.88 | 94% |
| 43 | 2015-04-28 00:57:03 | 101.98 | 96% |
| 20 | 2015-04-25 09:40:23 | 107.17 | 94% |