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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10782 | 2020-10-06 23:57:56 | 126.39 | 100% |
| 1417 | 2013-11-17 18:40:41 | 89.60 | 95% |
| 1111 | 2013-11-02 10:16:22 | 83.71 | 96% |
| 1098 | 2013-10-28 15:52:11 | 89.92 | 97% |
| 378 | 2013-09-26 20:01:35 | 70.27 | 91% |
| 327 | 2013-09-24 16:42:37 | 75.20 | 94% |
| 157 | 2013-09-08 18:46:51 | 71.05 | 96% |