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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1593 | 2016-11-01 13:51:52 | 65.98 | 89% |
| 944 | 2016-09-19 15:21:43 | 70.06 | 94% |
| 720 | 2016-09-09 15:19:01 | 71.85 | 96% |
| 670 | 2016-09-08 14:06:06 | 69.42 | 95% |
| 484 | 2016-09-01 14:20:50 | 72.51 | 97% |
| 381 | 2016-08-29 20:38:09 | 70.92 | 96% |
| 259 | 2016-08-16 13:20:16 | 66.94 | 93% |