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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4156 | 2016-10-27 04:07:24 | 58.13 | 97% |
| 3125 | 2016-08-15 04:26:42 | 57.51 | 94% |
| 3123 | 2016-08-15 04:21:50 | 58.45 | 97% |
| 2615 | 2016-06-21 04:47:29 | 60.67 | 97% |
| 1521 | 2016-04-22 03:26:44 | 53.08 | 96% |
| 1125 | 2016-04-01 14:33:38 | 55.38 | 95% |
| 820 | 2016-03-22 10:58:15 | 50.17 | 94% |