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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5229 | 2017-02-20 05:33:58 | 133.89 | 94% |
| 4340 | 2016-08-20 15:19:08 | 129.14 | 93% |
| 3900 | 2016-08-04 16:14:17 | 147.80 | 96% |
| 3338 | 2015-11-30 11:01:02 | 157.18 | 99% |
| 3017 | 2015-11-02 06:30:40 | 161.05 | 99% |
| 1943 | 2012-03-23 13:43:10 | 138.92 | 94% |
| 696 | 2011-04-08 11:09:20 | 147.96 |