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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2685 | 2016-11-21 00:23:59 | 84.40 | 97% |
| 1514 | 2016-05-15 01:47:06 | 72.05 | 93% |
| 1246 | 2016-04-28 23:34:27 | 63.57 | 90% |
| 1197 | 2016-04-24 01:47:19 | 76.95 | 96% |
| 773 | 2016-03-13 06:02:54 | 60.97 | 87% |