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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 373 | 2016-02-09 16:17:04 | 140.11 | 97% |
| 290 | 2016-01-19 17:52:38 | 136.27 | 99% |
| 39 | 2015-03-03 23:46:33 | 133.01 | 100% |
| 30 | 2015-03-03 18:27:10 | 113.75 | 96% |