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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2035 | 2016-05-24 05:00:23 | 91.12 | 97% |
| 1450 | 2016-05-13 20:31:29 | 87.50 | 95% |
| 1398 | 2016-05-13 05:52:53 | 95.93 | 98% |
| 812 | 2016-05-03 20:52:23 | 79.53 | 95% |
| 700 | 2016-04-29 23:28:38 | 87.61 | 99% |
| 416 | 2016-04-26 14:35:52 | 79.80 | 95% |