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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1373 | 2015-06-28 12:30:57 | 94.58 | 87% |
| 1312 | 2015-06-26 08:01:32 | 93.01 | 89% |
| 1153 | 2015-06-22 09:22:14 | 91.17 | 92% |
| 331 | 2015-06-06 11:28:23 | 84.43 | 89% |