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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1927 | 2015-09-15 18:52:03 | 98.06 | 92% |
| 1056 | 2015-09-05 16:48:27 | 95.26 | 96% |
| 671 | 2014-09-28 19:26:56 | 90.69 | 92% |
| 440 | 2014-09-23 18:28:08 | 84.24 | 91% |