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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9773 | 2018-11-10 02:04:33 | 90.44 | 98% |
| 2014 | 2018-02-12 18:17:01 | 64.58 | 98% |
| 1232 | 2018-02-04 19:04:52 | 61.02 | 96% |
| 676 | 2018-01-29 21:02:39 | 50.80 | 94% |
| 121 | 2018-01-24 23:52:03 | 58.06 | 96% |