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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 944 | 2017-08-28 19:25:06 | 76.44 | 97% |
| 691 | 2016-08-06 23:16:16 | 75.56 | 95% |
| 297 | 2014-01-10 14:49:20 | 69.77 | 95% |
| 178 | 2014-01-07 12:43:11 | 76.10 | 97% |
| 67 | 2014-01-06 13:06:24 | 71.60 | 95% |