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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5060 | 2020-10-20 22:36:56 | 130.64 | 99% |
| 1865 | 2016-09-11 20:52:15 | 93.01 | 92% |
| 1033 | 2014-10-16 19:18:26 | 83.96 | 90% |
| 898 | 2014-02-28 10:18:46 | 90.21 | 95% |
| 659 | 2014-01-06 20:21:01 | 87.75 | 94% |