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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1158 | 2016-05-26 20:41:54 | 70.28 | 95% |
| 1022 | 2015-09-28 20:44:42 | 70.35 | 95% |
| 808 | 2015-09-02 10:00:10 | 62.58 | 90% |
| 437 | 2015-08-10 04:12:59 | 62.25 | 95% |
| 308 | 2015-02-25 04:22:03 | 54.52 | 93% |
| 300 | 2015-02-24 02:49:47 | 64.66 | 96% |