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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1060 | 2017-09-08 16:19:51 | 70.38 | 96% |
| 947 | 2015-05-07 20:05:08 | 68.78 | 96% |
| 913 | 2013-08-31 17:50:02 | 70.60 | 95% |
| 783 | 2013-02-24 17:09:06 | 59.36 | 92% |