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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2233 | 2016-07-21 07:39:22 | 120.17 | 93% |
| 1172 | 2014-11-19 05:45:03 | 98.04 | 90% |
| 781 | 2014-10-12 05:13:17 | 100.27 | 89% |
| 566 | 2014-10-04 09:48:24 | 120.15 | 97% |
| 156 | 2014-09-03 13:52:10 | 102.89 | 94% |
| 149 | 2014-09-03 13:45:55 | 98.32 | 95% |