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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2054 | 2016-08-30 09:12:36 | 80.85 | 94% |
| 1860 | 2016-08-08 13:29:16 | 62.97 | 91% |
| 1667 | 2016-07-15 08:15:45 | 83.63 | 97% |
| 1609 | 2016-07-13 11:18:40 | 77.67 | 96% |
| 750 | 2016-05-18 13:56:07 | 85.60 | 100% |