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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 871 | 2016-06-08 06:13:42 | 57.06 | 93% |
| 822 | 2016-06-07 12:12:21 | 60.19 | 96% |
| 257 | 2016-05-24 17:46:35 | 55.47 | 96% |
| 212 | 2016-05-23 15:01:45 | 55.55 | 96% |
| 31 | 2015-02-26 14:56:28 | 35.77 | 87% |