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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3655 | 2017-02-06 16:09:22 | 84.21 | 95% |
| 2289 | 2016-10-18 15:04:42 | 102.68 | 98% |
| 2042 | 2016-10-10 22:20:01 | 101.71 | 100% |
| 1614 | 2016-09-29 13:51:35 | 85.25 | 97% |