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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2397 | 2019-07-01 21:37:17 | 104.71 | 97% |
| 1162 | 2016-01-07 19:13:09 | 71.15 | 89% |
| 1012 | 2015-09-18 21:50:42 | 77.47 | 93% |
| 370 | 2013-10-16 16:53:34 | 59.75 | 93% |
| 264 | 2013-08-26 20:29:50 | 68.99 | 91% |
| 263 | 2013-08-26 20:28:37 | 67.71 | 93% |
| 196 | 2013-08-21 04:35:05 | 57.47 | 91% |