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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2001 | 2017-07-18 14:04:23 | 78.96 | 97% |
| 545 | 2015-02-09 22:01:07 | 78.13 | 96% |
| 408 | 2014-11-07 14:43:34 | 73.16 | 93% |
| 188 | 2014-10-23 20:30:08 | 65.13 | 94% |
| 152 | 2014-10-16 18:13:25 | 59.36 | 86% |
| 89 | 2014-10-09 21:02:49 | 65.69 | 94% |
| 75 | 2014-10-09 17:27:02 | 72.00 | 98% |
| 31 | 2014-10-08 04:19:15 | 62.27 | 91% |